Psychiatry Room 203
The second day, 10 a.m, Psychiatry Room 203.
Dr Ife Thomas and Stan were ready for the session. They were discussing Jed Heso's file. While waiting for her.
"The picture is blurry. But someone, a man or a boy, seemed responsible for the events she passing through. Catchy, isn't it? May be the tail rather than head. Shadows! We have to reach her recesses, ride with her trance, on the same frequencies else we will lose the elements and events."
Then knocks rained on door. It opened. Forbes holding her hand walks in.
"Hi, Jed. You look great this morning," said Dr Ife Thomas, smiling at her. She was smiling too, a tooth gap gaping through her pouted lips. She was without makeup. Her oval head was leaning on Forbes shoulder. She was adorned with full black hairs, heavy eyelashes and deep dimples. She wore long lavender gown and some bedside slippers.
"Sit down, Madam."
Forbes led her to a seat. She sat, crossed her legs, smiling at something at a distance.
"Mrs Jed Heso, I'm Dr Ife Thomas. This is Stanley Uche. You've met Forbes Hiles already. We are your therapists. We are helping you to become well, 100 percent. Your friend, Forbes must have told what we are doing. Your husband and your doctors recommended it. We have done the first session. Today we are having the second and final session with you. Do you have any remarks or questions to ask us?"
She was staring on. Her eyes vacant. Lips still pouting. Then the door opened again. She turned toward it, wide-eyed. Heso strolled in. Quin was came behind him. Her eyes closed, the dimples deepened. She blushed, her face glimmering like someone in a flitting dream.
"We are about going for the last session. I am just explaining the procedure to Mrs Heso."
Mr Heso nodded. Quin came forward.
"No Ife! That won't be necessary."
"What!"
"The therapy won't be necessary. She has come around. And shouldn't be subjected to further medication."
Ife was stunned into silence, disbelieving.
"It is not possible, Dr Quin Douglas. She is responding to treatment. We are succeeding with the therapy."
"Her husband is passing through hell. He wants to discontinue. Please end the therapy to relieve him the pains. Moreover she is better now."
Ife stared in the direction of Heso.
He was fiddling with his nose as if there was a nasty smell. Gorgeously dressed. A black suit, a black tie and black shoes. A gold watch with black leather strap on his hand.
He can't do this to his wife, thought Ife.
"Mr Heso do you want to discontinue this therapy," asked Ife, staring hard at him.
He was scratching his nose. After awhile he nodded.
"Then ask the CMO for authorization. He recommended this therapy in the first place. You need to fill a formal disengagement form."
Dr Quin Douglas pulled a paper from his suit. And gave to Dr Ife Thomas. He read through.
"She is not on duty, Quin. She didn't sign this."
"Yes, she is not on duty. Another CMO signed it."
Dr Ife Thomas was speechless.
"This is unacceptable, Dr Quin Douglas," he said, fuming anger.
"You are my senior colleague. You know better than I do on this issue. The duty assigned by any Chief Medical Officer cannot be transferred to someone else or hospital without his/her consent. Please, seek her consent. If there is urgent reason you don't want to disclose here, call her on the phone."
Dr Quin Douglas was looking straight into his eyes. He shrugged, and grinned.
"We want disengagement, Dr Ife Thomas. My friend felt his wife had had enough torture and pain. And wants to discontinue the therapy."
"I understand his plight. We are working toward a common cause. Diagnosing the root cause of her illness is a step toward a full restoration. Please be patient with us. This might be our last session."
Everyone turned to Mr Heso direction. He was still picking his nose.
"I want to take back home, " he said.
"Then give us little time. We need a conclusive therapy. The session will short, less than forty-five minutes."
We don't have such luxury of time. Please Ife dismantle the session. We know you need a patient for class training. Please count Mrs Jed Heso out. She is already exhausted."
Dr Ife Thomas looked around, and laughed. Jed Heso was sitting on an upright chair, smiling and clinging and recoiling. Her moods swinging between Dr Quin Douglas and her husband. Forbes was sitting beside her, rubbing her arm, watching the scene. Stan was behind the walls, setting up the session cubicle, tapping and keeping records of the conversations. Ife pulled up a phone. And dialed a number.
"Good morning, Prof Chi."
He switched on the loudspeaker.
Dr Ife Thomas and Stan were ready for the session. They were discussing Jed Heso's file. While waiting for her.
"The picture is blurry. But someone, a man or a boy, seemed responsible for the events she passing through. Catchy, isn't it? May be the tail rather than head. Shadows! We have to reach her recesses, ride with her trance, on the same frequencies else we will lose the elements and events."
Then knocks rained on door. It opened. Forbes holding her hand walks in.
"Hi, Jed. You look great this morning," said Dr Ife Thomas, smiling at her. She was smiling too, a tooth gap gaping through her pouted lips. She was without makeup. Her oval head was leaning on Forbes shoulder. She was adorned with full black hairs, heavy eyelashes and deep dimples. She wore long lavender gown and some bedside slippers.
"Sit down, Madam."
Forbes led her to a seat. She sat, crossed her legs, smiling at something at a distance.
"Mrs Jed Heso, I'm Dr Ife Thomas. This is Stanley Uche. You've met Forbes Hiles already. We are your therapists. We are helping you to become well, 100 percent. Your friend, Forbes must have told what we are doing. Your husband and your doctors recommended it. We have done the first session. Today we are having the second and final session with you. Do you have any remarks or questions to ask us?"
She was staring on. Her eyes vacant. Lips still pouting. Then the door opened again. She turned toward it, wide-eyed. Heso strolled in. Quin was came behind him. Her eyes closed, the dimples deepened. She blushed, her face glimmering like someone in a flitting dream.
"We are about going for the last session. I am just explaining the procedure to Mrs Heso."
Mr Heso nodded. Quin came forward.
"No Ife! That won't be necessary."
"What!"
"The therapy won't be necessary. She has come around. And shouldn't be subjected to further medication."
Ife was stunned into silence, disbelieving.
"It is not possible, Dr Quin Douglas. She is responding to treatment. We are succeeding with the therapy."
"Her husband is passing through hell. He wants to discontinue. Please end the therapy to relieve him the pains. Moreover she is better now."
Ife stared in the direction of Heso.
He was fiddling with his nose as if there was a nasty smell. Gorgeously dressed. A black suit, a black tie and black shoes. A gold watch with black leather strap on his hand.
He can't do this to his wife, thought Ife.
"Mr Heso do you want to discontinue this therapy," asked Ife, staring hard at him.
He was scratching his nose. After awhile he nodded.
"Then ask the CMO for authorization. He recommended this therapy in the first place. You need to fill a formal disengagement form."
Dr Quin Douglas pulled a paper from his suit. And gave to Dr Ife Thomas. He read through.
"She is not on duty, Quin. She didn't sign this."
"Yes, she is not on duty. Another CMO signed it."
Dr Ife Thomas was speechless.
"This is unacceptable, Dr Quin Douglas," he said, fuming anger.
"You are my senior colleague. You know better than I do on this issue. The duty assigned by any Chief Medical Officer cannot be transferred to someone else or hospital without his/her consent. Please, seek her consent. If there is urgent reason you don't want to disclose here, call her on the phone."
Dr Quin Douglas was looking straight into his eyes. He shrugged, and grinned.
"We want disengagement, Dr Ife Thomas. My friend felt his wife had had enough torture and pain. And wants to discontinue the therapy."
"I understand his plight. We are working toward a common cause. Diagnosing the root cause of her illness is a step toward a full restoration. Please be patient with us. This might be our last session."
Everyone turned to Mr Heso direction. He was still picking his nose.
"I want to take back home, " he said.
"Then give us little time. We need a conclusive therapy. The session will short, less than forty-five minutes."
We don't have such luxury of time. Please Ife dismantle the session. We know you need a patient for class training. Please count Mrs Jed Heso out. She is already exhausted."
Dr Ife Thomas looked around, and laughed. Jed Heso was sitting on an upright chair, smiling and clinging and recoiling. Her moods swinging between Dr Quin Douglas and her husband. Forbes was sitting beside her, rubbing her arm, watching the scene. Stan was behind the walls, setting up the session cubicle, tapping and keeping records of the conversations. Ife pulled up a phone. And dialed a number.
"Good morning, Prof Chi."
He switched on the loudspeaker.
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