“It was… it was… it was lighter than…” Dr. Ms. Mc Reynolds White screamed and
stuttered in confusion and distaste.
“What was lighter?” Dr. Oman, Dr. Ms. Tessie Owen and Dr. Mc Cain chorally cut
“I mean… it was later. Later than I thought it was.
In the end, her colleague Dr. Mc Crain, calmed her down, but she was just the hot
tempered type and there wasn’t any debate about that. Quickly, she took a
poisonous injection from the Lab., thinking suicide was the next agenda.
Few days ago, Dr. Thomas Green, a Pediatric Neurosurgeon of ‘LIFE ASSURANCE
MEDICAL CENTER’, came with the daily times newsletter, alerting everyone in the
hospital about the commencement of the once-in-three-years Science Contest of
five hundred thousand U.S dollars with a Honorary Certificate of a year validity
coupled with a speech delivery at the annual International Conference of
Neurosurgeons Worldwide and about its short deadline, which was an hour.
Her self-centered Boss, Dr. Patrick, had engaged everyone with hectic work on the
day of the contest that he alone might submit his own entry; for fear that he
might have competitive rivals, but some wiser ones sought hideouts to submit
In other Organizations, Bosses would divine against their Doctors and Doctors
against themselves. They would divine sicknesses and diseases like the African
Yoruba herbalists of tattered shrines. Some would go as far as travelling out of the
States to seek diabolism; for it was a top competition that once one emerges the
winner, such would become an Icon of Neurosurgery, a Medical Landmark on
which others may thread and an automatic Mentor in the School of Pediatric
Neurosurgery. That was what warranted the selfishness of Dr. Thomas Green.
“Please, put the injection down and don’t hurt yourself.” Dr. Toner Red Jnr.
“You can submit your entry next time.” Dr. Ms. Tessie Owen added as she
attempted to seize the injection from the tender hands of Dr. Ms. Reynolds
“That’s it! There will always be a ‘next time’.” Dr. Oman joined the team of
“Damn it! In the next three years, right? Let me alone. I wanna end it this way!”
As Dr. Ms. Tessie Owen attempted further to hold her hands, she threatened
“If any of you move an inch, I’ll kill myself.”
Since no one was ready to die untimely, they respected and kept their heads and
maintained their positions, but right before the eyes of all the Doctors who
wanted to save and console her, she began her descent, renting apart her
gorgeous pink dress from its helm. She stabbed herself incessantly with the
Poisonous injection until it broke. She never survived it. She died with her last
words – ‘I better die than live to remember the lost hour’.