Dylan, Albert and the staff were summoned by the hospital director. None of them spoke a word while the owner was sitting down on the chair, looking at the documents.
Director Thomas was a 50 year old man. His face showed the signs of pigmentation on his brown colored skin with white hair. Other than that, he was a heavily built with bold voice and piercing look. He had the elegance of a leader and dominant aura.
"Hm! So you guys have failed a cesarean case. The hospital bill is paid and the parents did not make a scene. So I guess we can let it slip."
"However! Two months of your pay will be deducted for this mistake." He concluded as he tapped end of the paper bundle on the desk to arrange the papers in order.
No one dared to say anything. Everyone remained calm while Dylan just lowered his head like a culprit.. "B-But sir, it was a small mistake from our side and two months pay is a little too much for us, please reconsider it." A voice was heard from beside Dylan.
It was Albert, he got pretty restless while gripping the pen in his hands squeezing it. He didn't want to be blamed for something that was done by his co-worker.
"Hmmm small mistake, eh?" Thomas got out of his chair to grab his suit from the hanger beside his desk. "Do you have kids, Doctor Albert?" He asked as he bent down to his desk to gather his stuff from the drawer busily.
Albert was puzzled by his question? And many thoughts passed in his head. Why did having kids matter if I want my monthly pay? Did he give pay to people who have kids? What kind of ridiculousness was this?
And with this mess inside his head, he momentarily answered "No sir" while his face is pale.
"Well, you would understand how small it is, when you have kids, Doctor Albert. So, I'll be deducting three months of your pay to make sure you won't ask me such stupid questions next time. You are all done for the day. I have a family waiting for me at home so I will head off. You guys are free to do what you want." Thomas walked out hurriedly after saying what he wanted to.
Albert, on the other hand, was agitated with number of expressions being displayed on his face at the same time.
Dylan, too, walked out of the room following Thomas. He quickly caught up with Thomas who was in a hurry and walked alongside with him.
"I did not expect this from you, Dylan, you never failed a case before in your entire career working in our hospital. I had high expectations on you." Thomas started.
"I'm sorry sir, I thought the baby is alive, but due to my mistake alone…" he paused before continuing, "I just wanted to apologise to you." Dylan agonized.
"It's okay, I'm not going to comment on it. But stop taking that freaking phone inside an operation theatre. What urgency did you have to take your phone inside that day anyway?" He asked while being loud but considering.
There was a brief silence for a moment, Dylan did not reply back anything. After watching his pitiful face Thomas couldn't help but get annoyed. "Ah ah it's ok, go home and take the day off for today." He said while his teeth were grinding against each other in anger and he went on his way.
Dylan left after a while, but the feelings of guilt crushed his heart, he could not think about anything but the mother and her child.
He kept seeing images of the baby without being able to erase them off his head.
His house was at a fancy skyscraper of 40 floors with the whole 37th floor being one house which belonged to Dylan.
He parked his car in the basement and jumped into the elevator to go to his flat, he leaned forward with his hands on the resting bar inside and enjoyed the view of the city while the elevator was going up
The elevator was glass on its three sides. The light orange colored sky with tall buildings illuminated with lights, he watched the entire scenery before him. But his head was tilted upwards as if he was searching for someone.
The restlessness was clearly shown on his face. It had barely been a minute, but for him it felt like an hour. 'how much more longer' he thought to himself.
Finally, he walked out as soon as his floor is reached. He took off his black blazer revealing a well fit white shirt that flaunted his cuts and muscles with slim waist.
His eyes searched inside the house; setting his eyes on a door. He reached the double door 8 feet refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of vodka hurriedly. The silence in the hall wondered what he was so urged for.
He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, shoved the door of the refrigerator closed. He walked towards the door that his sights were set on. The neon lights on the ceiling automatically lit up with his presence following him wherever he went.
He wrapped his lips around the bottle nib; taking two gulps. He liked how his throat burned as the raw vodka warmed his heart.
He opened the door and found women's garments lying on the ground beside his bed. He shoved the full height glass door to a side.
In front of him was the sight of a setting sun which, half of it is sunk in the clouds in between two perfectly placed skyscrapers. He watched the sight that he wanted to since he was in the elevator. He started drinking as tears roll of his eyes.
'I have committed an unforgivable sin' is the thought running in his head as he chunked the vodka even though it hurts. Pain could only be soothed with pain.