Another Broken Dream

Doctor! Doctor!!.. Was a female voice heard in the premises of BRUNNES MEDICAL CENTRE. Dr. Fregene who was sitting in his office and running through some files overheard it and tried as much as possible to feign hearing hoping and believing that the caller would not reach for his door. He had just settled down to his table after his routine ward round, dropping his stethoscope on his table and was going through some patients files to determine his next line of action. He looked up from the files to the closed door as if expecting the person to knock on his door and at the same time praying the door doesn’t swing open to receive the caller.
After a few seconds of staring at the door, the voice was advancing closer and he could hear running footsteps, he quickly got up from his seat and simultaneously Dr. Fregene and Nurse Lisa opened the door. They both stood transfixed on seeing each other and they both wondered at the coincidence. ‘Dr. Freg (as he is fondly called by fellow doctors and nurses alike), there is an emergency in the theatre downstairs and your attention is needed urgently if we must save the patient’, she said, as she panted due to the pace with which she was searching round the hospital for Dr. Freg.
They both rushed into the theatre to meet three nurses who had put the situation under control by arresting the bleeding, setting up a drip line for him and had also placed him on the Electro Cardiogram (ECG) machine while closely monitoring his blood pressure. Dr. Freg took a quick look at his blood pressure reading on display, checked his pulse while beckoning on one of the nurses to move closer with the surgical set already prepared.
As he made to administer the anesthetics, a usual move that precedes every surgery to ensure the patient stays sedated and feel little or no pain while the surgery lasted, the ECG machine gave a short-high continuous beeping sound. A closer look at the display showed Dr. Freg that life was fast ebbing from his patient. He quickly took up the defibrillator and delivered a therapeutic dose of electrical energy to his heart to allow normal sinus rhythm to be reestablished by the body’s natural pace maker in the sinoatrial node of the heart. The patient showed no sign of revival, he repeated the procedure three more times and suddenly the patient was gone.
There was a deafening silence in the operating theatre for about a minute as the five of them were oblivious of what next to do. The doctor, who was close to being confused, stood transfixed as he stared at the lifeless body. After a few seconds, he mustered enough strength to walk to the door. He looked once again at the lifeless body, then to one of the nurses, shook his head, with tears already trickling down his cheeks, he said “ANOTHER BROKEN DREAM”. He opened the door, walked through and shut it behind him.



6 thoughts on “Another Broken Dream” by Bishop Gideon (@gmoney)

  1. WOW! How many of these dreams are broken every second? Touching read, my brother, @gmoney

  2. Well, let it not be a deterrence.

  3. I imagine it must be a difficult profession to cope with.
    Very true @vincentdepaul the healer must continue to heal.

  4. Dreams are irrationally broken every microsecond. Even as we speak now, some dreams are breaking and others are on the verge of breaking. Thanks for reading. Await subsequent episodes @Litera-wise

  5. My thoughts are in brackets. Doctor! Doctor!!.. (this should be in quotes)Was a female voice
    heard in the premises of BRUNNES MEDICAL CENTRE(“a female voice rang in the premises of …..”). Dr. Fregene who was sitting in his
    office and running through some files
    overheard it and tried as much as possible
    to feign hearing(do you mean feign ignorance?) hoping and believing that
    the caller would not reach for his door. He
    had just settled down to his table after his
    routine ward round, dropping his(you just established past tense, I dont think you can use the word”dropping”.)
    stethoscope on his table and was going
    through some patients files to determine
    his next line of action. He looked up from
    the files to the closed door as if expecting
    the person to knock on his door and at the
    same time praying the door doesn’t swing
    open to receive the caller.
    After a few seconds of staring at the door,
    the voice was advancing closer and he could
    hear running footsteps, he quickly got up
    from his seat and simultaneously Dr.
    Fregene and Nurse Lisa opened the door(I know that “he” and dr Fregene are the same persons, but you make it seem like a nurse and another doctor were at the door).
    They both stood transfixed on seeing each
    other and they both wondered at the
    coincidence. ‘Dr. Freg (as he is fondly
    called by fellow doctors and nurses alike),
    there is an emergency in the theatre
    downstairs and your attention is needed
    urgently if we must save the patient’, she
    said, as she panted due to the pace with
    which she was searching (with which she had searched)round the hospital
    for Dr. Freg.
    They both rushed into the theatre to meet
    three nurses who had put the situation
    under control by arresting the bleeding,
    setting up a drip line for him and had also
    placed him on the Electro Cardiogram (ECG)
    machine while closely monitoring his blood
    pressure. Dr. Freg took a quick look at his
    blood pressure reading on display, checked
    his pulse while beckoning on one of the
    nurses to move closer with the surgical set
    already prepared.
    As he made to administer the anesthetics, a
    usual move that precedes every surgery to
    ensure the patient stays sedated and feel
    little or no pain while the surgery lasted,
    the ECG machine gave a short-high
    continuous beeping sound. A closer look at
    the display showed Dr. Freg that life was
    fast ebbing from his patient. He quickly
    took up the defibrillator and delivered a
    therapeutic dose of electrical energy to his
    heart to allow normal sinus rhythm to be
    reestablished by the body’s natural pace
    maker in the sinoatrial node of the heart.
    The patient showed no sign of revival, he
    repeated the procedure three more times
    and suddenly the patient was gone.(was it really suddenly? I’d say it was slowly but surely and painfully fast.The worst kind of death wher you can actually feel the life leaving and seconds feel like hours.)
    There was a deafening silence in the
    operating theatre for about a minute as
    the five of them were oblivious of what
    next to do. The doctor, who was close to
    being confused, stood transfixed as he
    stared at the lifeless body. After a few
    seconds, he mustered enough strength to
    walk to the door. He looked once again at
    the lifeless body, then to one of the
    nurses, shook his head, with tears already
    trickling down his cheeks, he said
    “ANOTHER BROKEN DREAM”. He opened the
    door, walked through and shut it behind
    him.(to make it more intense, I’d say opening the door, he walked through, eyes fixed like a fiend as his voice trailed the hallway”time of death 2:49″.just a thought.)
    This was a lovely piece and I really enjoyed it.Quite sad though.Keep writing.Did you realize that you had no paragraph? maybe it’s my device.
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  6. Am happy you toook out a portion of your precious time to scrutinize closely my piece and went ahead to pen down your observations. This is the kind of scrutiny and criticism that we beginners need to enhance our writing skills. Once again, I appreciate your effort all the way @Anastasia

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