Tiit for tat - S02 E41

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Tiit for tat - S02 E41

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Dawn Of Sorrow

Three Months later

Cassandra’s Mobile phone rang. She glanced at the phone’s screen. It was ….Her father Benjamin. Since Mike’s death, they have not really talk that much. Perhaps, she wanted to avoid him.

Cassandra prayed for strength to cope with her grief. She realised switching her phone off didn’t help in shutting out her grief.

Even her brother found it difficult to reach her on phone. The last time they spoke, he was in Ghana on a mission.

After ignoring his calls for several times, she finally decided to give him the benefits of the doubt and picked the call.

Her father began, “hello, Cassandra.”

She responded, “Yes, daddy?”

Benjamin: I was told by Morrison you embarass him.

Cassandra: Dad, Please, I don’t want to discuss this issue.

Benjamin: Well, I want to.

Cassandra: Why?

Benjamin: Because Morrison represented your future and hope unlike that criminal you call your boyfriend?

Cassandra: Don’t use those adjectives on him.

Benjamin: The truth is always bitter.

Cassandra: Not in this case. Where was Morrison when I was kidnapped by Zolabin’s men.

Benjamin: Since you rejected him, why would he bother to come to your rescue.

Cassandra: Dad, you see the difference between Morrison and Mike. Prior to rejecting him, Mike was annoyed with me and he even left the country to Ghana but when he heard I was kidnapped, he forgo his resentment for me and came to my rescue.

Benjamin: Keep quiet. Whatever he did will never convince me. He is not Jesus Christ our saviour. To me, that boyfriend of yours …what’s that his name again…erhhh.

.Mike…he’s a common criminal. It’s good he was shot at the firing Squad.

The mention of the word ” firing squad” cut through Cassandra’s heart like a sharp blade. She knew she couldn’t continue the conversation any longer. She told her father, ” Dad, I’ve got to go.

Her father asked, “Why?”

But Cassandra was no longer listening to her father. She cut the line admist her father’s words, “helooooo, heloooo”

She glanced at the clock. She had thirty minutes more to go to work.

Thirty Minutes later

Cassandra found herself in the hospital. The same hospital that gave her a sense of responsibility and joy had become a heavy burden to her. She saw the hospital differently.

The hospital corridor was stuffy and the air has an undertone of grief. The walls are scraped in places from the hundreds of trolleys that have bumped into them.

Most patients see hospital as a place that will offer them solace from their pain. To them it is

a quiet kind of “environment,” the soft kind that comes as a quiet river on a sunny day. It is a place that allows them a positive space to open up on their misery, a space that is ready to support their emotions and needs.

Regardless of their optimism,

hospital can have the effect of closing people down – after all it is challenging to express sad feelings to a person who appears so far removed from those emotions.

In those hospital beds, their medicines are their memories, despite the good times they might have shared.

Cassandra felt she was in the same sick condition like her patients. For once, she could really feel the pain and sorrow of her patients. She chose to inspire herself.

Cassandra heard herself saying, “Mike, Your death has not erased the sweet memories I had of you and it will never be erased. Yes, those memories connects us always. You, the one who holds my heart as if it were a precious gem; you are my doctor. So though I am here, you are still the one who keeps me strong.”

On the private ward the atmosphere was completely different. The air had a perfumed scent and the seats were plush. Every surface was dustless. The nurses were unhurried and they moved with a serene purposeful

ness from room to room on their rounds. There were vases of flowers and beautiful framed pieces of art on the walls. In the corridor was a water dispenser and in most rooms could be heard the noise of a television.

For the first time since Mike was shot, she smiled. To her, every cloud has a silver lining and the private ward represent her unrelenting spirit.

As she was lost in a world of her own, several cases were brought to the hospital. The patient that was assigned to her care was Marie.

She had broken her pelvis slipping of a dryer sheet. She had always perceived hospitals as beneficent places of caring and compassion, places to recover and be doted upon by dedicated professionals. And to some extent that had occurred.

There were medical staff who never wavered in their genuine concern, who despite a lack of resources never faltered in their humanity and Cassandra belonged to that category.

Then there were the disaffected who turned up only to get their pay-check.

Marie was given a dignified bed bath by Cassandra but no matter how professional she wanted to be, she realised she lacked the spike and Marie was uncomfortable.

She stared at the ceiling too mortified to speak, not daring to glance at the curtains to check for gaps.

When She was re-dressed in a clean gown, Cassandra pulled back the curtain and announced that her breakfast had arrived, but Marie had lost her appetite. She just wanted to go home.

Indeed her sentiment was mutual. Cassandra knew she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to work professionally that day.

Accident and emergency, wide entrance with automatic sliding glass doors, ambulances lined up outside, paramedics wheeling in patients on trollies, one is a child in a neck brace, a child is screaming in the corridors, doctors come running.

Those are the daily routines in.a hospital.

Ambulances keep arriving, more emergency cases, one woman is short of breath and gasping.

A few hours went by. Her mood had not improved. Cassandra’s feared she might die. She was right. Five minutes later, she expired.

More ambulances come in, someone throws up, a panic stricken woman comes in carrying a toddler, she pushed in the queue to see the doctor, child slumped in her arms. Alas, it was too late. The child also died.

The two deaths were too much for Cassandra to handle in her mood. It compelled her to take her bag and left the hospital towards home.

Lost in her own melancholic World, she had not realised the man behind her until her arms were grabbed strongly from behind and she was blindfolded and pushed into a car.

*******

Who captured Cassandra?

Why was she captured anyway?

Watch out for EPISODE 42