At 44 Military Hospital
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| Dr Monteseri and Inspector Doris Agee at 44 Military Hospital |
“Yes,
can I help you?”
“I
saw you in there, and I was wondering
if you know that woman too well.”
“Yes,
of course! I do. She is a minister.”
“I’m
asking if you saw a lady in lavender gown, hat and shoes with a hand bag.”
“
Do you mean the beautiful lady that came to see Minister in the restaurant.”
“Yes,
Sir.”
“Oh!
I saw her. They fought.
I felt sorry for her. She went away unhappy.”
“It’s
my pleasure chatting with you. Hope to meet you again.”
“It’s
mine too,” he said. Then took out a business card and gave to her.
She read through, smiled, and said,
“Thank you, Pastor. I will call you soon.”
Dr Soso Monteseri hurried into the ER of 44 Military
Hospital. A nurse directed her to a door with inscription ‘Matron’. He knocked
on a cubicle door.
“Yes,
come in.” said a matron.
He
pushed the door, and went in.
“Please,
sit down my dear. What can I do for you.”
“I
am Dr Monteseri. Please, I’m visiting an accident
victim, named Kate. I received a call she is here. The matron stared at him for
a while, and nodded her head.
He
was looking anxious. But she could do little or nothing for him.
“Yes,
she came in by 9:10 a.m. And has been transferred to Ward 144. We are happy you
came along….”
“Oh
nooo,” he shouted. “Oh, my big sister! Kaaateee!”
Matron
held him. She pushed her down, wailing.
Two nurses, a male among them, scuttled into the room. And held him too.
Then
his phone started ringing.
“Please answer your call,” said the
matron, getting up, wiping dust off her white gown.
He
helped her up. “I’m sorry, Matron.”
“It
is okay. Please
take it.” she repeated.
He
picked it up lackadaisically.
“I’m
the inspector. Where are you, Sir.”
“I’m
going to Ward 144,” he stammered.
“Okay,
Sir. I will be there in few minutes.”
He
put away his phone, wiped her eyes, and turned to the matron.
“Please
I want to see her now.”
“Go
on, Nurse Greg will show you out,” she said, pointing at the door. “Please
Dr Monteseri , I will meet you there for further authorizations.”
He
nodded his head.
He walked down the corridor behind the nurse, climbed some staircases to the next floor. Then came
to a white door. The attendant was there waiting for them. He the door pushed it in. They walked into the cold room. Dead bodies
were on slabs. Nurse Greg went
toward those on
left block. He pointed at a tag, and opened the top. Doctor Monteseri threw away his inconsolable face
immediately. And began to weep again.
“She
is my big sister, my best friend…,” he whimpered.
Nurse
Greg put a hand round his shoulder.
“Be
strong my Doc. Please be strong.”
Then
the door opened. The policewoman and the
matron came in.
“Is
she the one,” asked the matron, pointing at the corpse.
The
doctor nodded his head despondently.
“Please
sign here for me. See the morgue supervisor for further arrangement.”
He read through and signed the papers.
Then
she walked out.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” said the inspector.
He
nodded his head.
“I
am Inspector Doris Agee. I called you on the phone. I need to talk with
you."
He
nodded his head.
“Please
do we meet outside.”
He
nodded his head again.
They
went to the balcony. They could see the third gates, security men, and incoming
cars. The broad drive way adorned by trees ended in a large parking lot.
They
watched three ambulances
come in. Then medical personnel running
about with stretchers and oxygen
equipment.
“Please
Dr. Monteseri, accept my sympathy. My department sent
her condolence too,” she said, lifting up her hat.
He
shrugged and nodded.
“I
have compiled details of the accident. I have booked the driver and his
employer, towed the van to the police station, took in the deceased things. I have witnesses as well. We need your complaint before we go any further. Please you have Two weeks to
lay it. This
is my card.”
He
took the card.
“Thanks,
Ma. You are of great assistance. I will call you as soon as I have got some rest.”
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