Abigail - S01 E02

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Abigail - S01 E02

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 2

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{ FAVORITE PATIENT }

“I can not believe how you handled the case, Em.” Robert said with a soft chuckle.

“Well, you know me. I hate what I do not like. How can they go to an old woman’s shop to steal? That is so mean and cruel. And funny enough, their parents are wealthy.”

“The world is a cruel place. You are a detective. You of all people should know that already. With the amount of violence, we witness every day… Like, come on.”

She sighed. “I know. I just… I felt so bad for the poor old woman. She is struggling already. Kids like this grow up and start disturbing innocent people with their bad omen. If I could lock them up in jail forever, I would do it.”

Robert laughed, shaking his head at her silly retort. “You have the softest heart and yet you are the nicest person in this station. I admire you, Em.”

She smiled.

“So…” He paused. “Did you make the parents compensate the old woman for their sons’ misbehavior?”

“Of course, I did. You don’t expect me to let the matter slide without the woman getting compensated, do you?”

“I expected that from you. You are one hell of a tough lady.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, folding her arms over her chest. “You keep complimenting me every chance that you get. Why is that?”

Robert gave her a confused look, raising a questioning brow at her.

“I… I don’t get it.”

“Why does it feel like you are complimenting me like this because I helped you solve the problematic case?”

Robert kept his li-ps in a straight line, looking so guilty as if he was caught committing a crime.

“Ah, you are indeed a detective.”

“Ugh, enough with the numerous compliments, Rob. I only did my job as a detective, okay?” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I wonder what I would have done if it weren’t for you. I almost lost my mind because of the case. They kept talking over themselves making it very ha-rd for me to concentrate and deal with the issue. My head was just throbbing and it almost felt like I was going to die of frustration. Lack of sleep really has a way of affecting a person’s peace of mind.” He said.

“I know, right? Come to think of it, you are not supposed to do the night shift at the station. You are a detective and not a patrol officer.”

“I volunteered.” He mumbled.

“You… You volunteered? Why?”

“Dan pleaded with me to help him fill his spot. He needed to take care of some family business last night and I couldn’t turn him down.”

Emma eyed him from head to toe. “Look at you calling me nice. Aren’t you the nice one here now?”

He laughed. “I’m not all that nice. I didn’t initially do it for him. I did it for myself also.”

“Oh. Avoiding something at home?” She questioned.

He shrugged. “Something like that.”

A young cop walked towards them. “Good morning, detectives.”

“Good morning,” Emma and Robert replied, smiling.

“The chief executive officer would like to speak with you both. I guess you have a case to sort out this morning.”

“The day has finally begun,” Emma grunted. “Let’s get moving, Rob.”

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Abigail entered a patient ward alongside two other nurses and an intern.

She went throu-ghthe machines connected to the patient’s body, making sure that everything was in order.

“How do you feel, sir?” She asked the elderly man lying on the hospital bed, looking so weak and almost lifeless.

He gave out a weak smile as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“I feel… good?”

“Your answer doesn’t sound so convincing, Mr. Gilbert. Do you feel pains anywhere?”

“I always feel pains, dear doctor. It has become a part of me.” He told her.

“I’m sorry…”

“What are you apologizing for?” She did not answer because she didn’t know what to say. Why exactly was she apologizing? She didn’t put him in this condition. He was old already and his health is bound to deteriorate. But still, she felt so bad and sad for him.

How can pain be a part of someone’s life? She can’t even imagine what he goes throu-ghevery single day. “You are a nice person, Dr. Abby. I wouldn’t have lived this long if it weren’t for you.”

She sniffled, trying to fight back the tears trying to fall from her eyes.

The poor old man looked so pitiful. Wasn’t death better than being in a state like this for the past two years?

“I am only doing my job as a doctor, Mr. Gilbert. You don’t have to feel indebted to me.”

His trembling li-ps stretched into a smile. “Are you married, Dr. Abby?” He asked, changing the subject and also wiping off the tense atmosphere. Abigail felt glad that he did so. Because if they kept talking about his health, she was going to cry her eyes out here in the presence of her juniors.

She chuckled and waved her ring-less fingers in the air. “Single as hell. Why do you ask?”

“I have a son who is also single.” He said.

“What? Are you trying to matchmake me with your son, sir?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

She quickly shook her head. “Of course not. However, I don’t think there is a need for that.”

“Why not? My son is very handsome and nice. You are going to like him when you see him, trust me.”

“I trust you. But…” She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Think about it, dear. And give me a reply before I get discharged from the hospital, will ya?”

Honestly, Mr. Gilbert was far from getting discharged. His condition needs to be monito-red carefully because any slight mistake or ignorance can tamper with his life.

Although, she wasn’t going to tell him that. It is better to live with hope than to be hopeless.

“Okay.” She smiled.

“Any family who has you as a daughter-in-law will be very lucky. And believe me, I want my family to be the lucky ones.”

“You keep flattering me. Thank you.”

“You must have other things to take care of. Go ahead. I don’t want to keep you to myself. Other patients like me need you. Hey, you will come back for me, right?”

“I will.” She nodded.

“Promise?”

Promising him wasn’t necessary because she was definitely going to come back to check up on him later in the day. After all, she was his personal doctor.

But if he still needed rea-ssurance from her then she don’t see why she shouldn’t make him the harmless promise.

She nodded again. “I promise.”

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Abigail and the nurses and intern visited other patients for about 2-3 hours until it was almost time for lunch.

They all stepped out of the last patient’s ward, looking extremely tired from walking from one ward to another, dealing with issues that needed to be dealt with, or rea-ssuring some patients that were scared of dying that everything was going to be okay.

One of them even went as far as accusing Abigail of making her condition worse but the skilled doctor dealt with the situation without calling for an unnecessary scene. She just quietly injected the IV pack with a sedative and watched the woman fall asleep, bringing an end to her drama and accusation.

The patient’s daughter had apologized for her mother’s rude remark and behavior but Abigail brushed it off and told the girl not to worry about it. She was used to some patients acting insane and accusing doctors of their predicament. The woman wasn’t the first and she won’t be the last as well.

“Good job, everyone.” Abigail said to those who had accompanied her to every patients’ ward with a warm smile on her face. “You can all go for a break.”

“Okay. But uhm, we are yet to visit ward 302. Shouldn’t we do that before going for a break?” One of the nurses asked.

“Nah. Don’t worry about ward 302. I will check up on her myself, okay?”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t need our a-ssistance?” The second nurse questioned.

“I can handle it. Besides, you all look so worn out. Take a break. We can’t go about looking like a zombie.” She joked.

They all laughed.

“Okay, ma’am.” They bowed their heads and walked away.

Abigail smiled and walked over to her office. She needed to grab something first before going down to her favorite patient’s ward. There is a reason why there is a saying that the last is usually saved for the best.

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