Chapter 12: Kill another patient
When Petra realized what she was doing, she immediately removed her lips from Lewis, stunned. She looked at him for a brief moment before ordering him to leave the office, to the surprise of Lewis.
After Lewis was gone, Petra began to pace around the room, thinking of what had prompted her to even kiss Lewis in the first place.
She would admit that he was a very handsome young guy, but how did the sudden urge come to kiss him? She hated the feeling that had ignited in her when they kissed, and she could still feel his lips on her mouth and how well he tasted. She shook her head, feeling like she was going crazy.
Suddenly, her phone began to ring, and she wasted no time in picking up, curiosity getting the best of her seeing the unknown contact calling.
"Hello?"
"I am finally honored to be speaking to the single best Cardiothoracic surgeon in the hospital," Petra was confused. The voice seemed familiar, but she couldn't place an idea behind the voice.
"Who is this?"
"Oh, there is no need to ask about my Identity. I need you to listen briefly to this instruction. St Gregory hospital is a chaotic place, and doctors are harming patients for political reasons. You are the only one that can save these patients!"
Petra was confused. This was the same thing Lewis had informed her about days ago.
"But I am already in a tight situation. I am facing a lawsuit with one of my patients' supposed wife and now this situation arising would lead to a more complication from me,"
"You see, I would have loved to come over and discuss things myself with you. But for security reasons, I will keep my identity private!"
"Are you some sort of detective?" Petra asked as more confusion began to becloud her reasoning.
"I am no detective. I am simply an insider in the hospital that is trying to protect the image of the owner of the hospital."
"Mrs. Cynthia Walker?" Petra asked, more confusion greasing her face.
"That isn't necessary. All that is necessary is that the hospital is in trouble, and you are the only one that can stop all the menace going on."
Before she could make any further statement, the anonymous caller hanged up.
Reminiscing back to the three incidents that had occurred, it was clear that whoever was doing this was using Lethal injection. She also noticed that it had a pattern; the doctors involved were trying to kill notable people.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Matts stepped in, looking worried. Petra wondered what could be going on.
"Megan has not just filed a suit against you, Petra. She is also demanding that the sum of a hundred million dollars be paid as compensation for the deceased family, which is herself," Petra's eyes were widened as she tried to analyze the wickedness of Megan critically.
"What are you going to do about it?" Matts asked, clearly a look of concern on his face. Petra knew that there was only one last option, and she intended to carry it out.
"Wait and see, Matts. I believe everything would be fine by the end of the day."
***
Matts was in deep thought about the possibility of what could be going on in Petra's mind about the news he had announced to her when suddenly the nurse rushed in a patient who happened to be a child to the hospital.
"Matthews, you are the only one that can handle this surgery at the moment. We cannot trust Petra with it."
Davis was walking down the hallway and, upon seeing the patient, instructed that he should be rushed to the ER at once.
"Clarke and Mitchell are available. We all know what happened the last time I handled a surgical operation."
Matts would not easily forget the scenes. He will continue to be thankful to Petra for being the genius that she was and providing a solution.
"Listen, Matts. It is you or no one else. Clarke is on leave now, and Mitchell can't just handle the operation. I find her not competent enough."
Matts noticed Mitchell passing by when Davis had commented, and he was confident that she had heard everything they had just said.
"Alright, I will handle it," Matt's sighed, knowing that the patient could die, and he would still be blamed for not taking it upon himself to handle the operation.
Meanwhile, Mitchell was pissed that such an outrageous comment could be made about her. Stepping into her office, she brought out her phone and called Clarke.
"So you mean to tell me, Davis now has high regards for Matts than you?" Mitchell asked in disbelief.
"We both know that before the arrival of Petra, Matts has always been the enemy, and I think the time is now to take him out," Mitchell stated, gritting her teeth.
"What do you intend to do in this situation?"
"A lot Clarke and when I am done, no one, absolutely no one, will be able to stand in my way again."
"Alright, whatever you do, I need you to remember that it would be hazardous if you get caught" Mitchell understood the assignment and knew what was at stake.
"I understand, Clarke. I need you to trust me on this"
"So what about Petra? What is the latest news about her" Mitchell chuckled a bit, finally relaxing her mind and settling down on the office chair to gist Clarke?
"Well, they said she would be fined an outrageous sum of hundred million dollars to compensate the deceased wife."
"That serves her right. I am just pissed that Mrs. Cynthia was backing her up at the board meeting from facing the full wrath of the law."
"I understand, but I just know that with what has happened, she would no longer be trustworthy, neither would she be anybody's favorite," Mitchell could not agree less with what he had to proclaim;
"Petra is out of the equation. It is now time to focus on Matts."
***
When Matthew got to the ER, he met the little boys' mother sitting on a chair beside the bed.
Her head was on the bed while she held the little boy's hand in hers. The little boy was lying peacefully with his eyes closed. Matthew smiled at the scene before him. He knew that he just had to save the little boy at all costs.
He turned around and was about to leave the room when he heard some movements behind him. He turned around and saw the little boys' mother wiping her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. She looked at him.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice so tiny it was a miracle he heard what she said.
"Hi, I'm the surgeon who is performing the kidney transplant on your son. I am Doctor Matthew Kings," he replied, shifting his glasses to the bridge of his nose.
"Oh," was all she said.
"You have a fine boy there. He is a strong boy, you know," Matthew said to her.
"I know, Doc. I want him to survive this operation to live a happy life again. He was a lively boy before all these problems started. I don't want to lose my boy, and please help me, Doctor Kings," the little boy's mother said, a lone tear escaping her eye...
"Maam, you have nothing to worry about. This hospital has the best surgeons, and I must assure you, your son isn't going to die. I never lose my patients, and I promise you your sons are will make it out of the operation room alive. Just have faith," Matthew said to her.
"Thanks, doctor. So when is the surgery taking place?" she asked, cleaning her tear-streaked face.
Matthew looked at the wristwatch on his hand and said,
"In less than 3 hours from now, the operation will begin"
"Okay," she replied.
"I'll take my leave now. I need to make preparations for the operation," Matthew said, excusing himself.
Matthew left the ER and went around the hospital, preparing for the little boys' surgery.
Meanwhile, Mitchell had been hiding, listening to the conversations between Doctor Matthew and the little boy's mother.
She planned to go into the boy's room and inject him with a syringe containing a toxic fluid that would cause him to die instantly, but she couldn't because the boy's mother was still with him in the room.
But she got her chance when the boy's mother stepped out of the room. She wanted to go to the hospital's cafeteria to get a cup of coffee.
Mitchell kept an eye on her, and immediately the boy's mother stepped out of the room; she waited a few seconds, looked around the hallway, and when she saw no one, she slipped into the boy's room quietly, with the syringe in her pocket. She wore a laboratory coat, surgical gloves, and surgical mask to hide her identity.
She stood over the boy and looked at him as he slept quietly.
"I am so sorry, kid, but you are going to have to sleep forever. I have nothing against you; I need to implicate someone through you. I hope you forgive me," Mitchell said.
She pulled the syringe from her pocket and slowly pierced the saline bag connected to the little boy through tiny tubes.
She kept looking around so she wouldn't get caught. When she was done, she slipped out of the boy's room.