30 Years later, San Bosa District, 3012,
“Have a good date, Erin”, said the doctor to one of the nurses. They had changed their clothes from the surgical gown to the normal medical uniform.
“Thanks, Doctor. Really excited. Have a good evening.”
Seeing Erin galloped to the door, following her heart, the others tried not to laugh. Caleb shook his hand with the other team members and thanked them before going back to the office.
The operation was successful. The team could take off the spoon out of the patient’s stomach even though how it went through his esophagus was still a mystery.
Caleb Davis was a forty-five-year-old man and a surgeon working at San Bosa Hospital. It was a small hospital in the small town.
San Bosa was a district in Idrina State, located in the southwestern region of the Federal Republic of New Hope. A peaceful town and yes, not very big, so most people knew each other well. Like the latest patient, he was a restaurant owner in the heart of the city. His business had been run from generation to generation.
The case like this was not a regular case. What kept them busy were the patients who thought they were nearly dead, but actually, the reaper had not taken any glance on them. Caleb secretly admitted that he was more alert when there was the real emergency case but also with the guilt of this unacceptable eagerness too.
On the wall behind his chair, there were many photos hung on it. One was the photo of Macario Delgado, Head of San Bosa District, who cutting the ribbon to open the celebration ceremony of the renovated hospital.
They received the budget for the renovation after three years of request. The ceremony was two years ago. In the photo, Caleb stood behind Delgado with his eyes fixing on something that was not in there (and he could not remember what he had been looking at). His bronze skin was a little bit glowing due to the sunlight reflecting on the sweat.
Lean and tall, Caleb was outstanding from the others. His daughters said that he was very handsome in that photo and they were giggling when saying that. He knew they mocked him because he also saw himself looking funny.
Next to it was the photo of President of the Federal, Georgina Lawrence with short pixie red hair. Every governmental office must have her photo as one of the main decorations. For the other photos, they were his family.
“Farewell the age of terror! My New Hope people, today, we’ll celebrate the glory of our new freedom, our forever peace, our true equality!”
New freedom…it was a lovely choice of word. What kind of ‘new freedom’ she meant, he questioned to himself while recalling Ms. President’s speech. The news today demonstrated how this world encountered plenty of serious problems but people were made to be obsessive in the unnecessary information.
Every day, he would hear the small news about terrorists in borderlands, robbery, thieves, while the prior topic the media kept reinforming them was the celebrities’ dating. Freedom was only a beautiful word to lure people when the options were limited.
He caught sight of someone’s shadow through the gap of the door and sighed when that person opened it without asking for permission because there was the only one person would have this reckless manner.
The guest was a good-looking woman wearing the clean white uniform that transmitted the scent of a fabric softener mixing with the fragrance of her perfume. She had her shiny blonde in a low bun. With those jade green eyes, she used them to stare at him.
She was one of the nurses here and a long-time friend…well, ‘friend’ was the word preserved to Caleb only. Her reputation was quite unpleasant here. This woman loved flirting with the co-workers. Once a man gave her his heart, she cruelly broke it. Caleb was one of her unaccomplished missions even though he was married. She had the problem to aware of morality.
The way she looked at him consistently made him uncomfortable. Therefore, Caleb shot her a reproachful glance. He did not like her naughty childish game.
To be continued....