Smuggling Blood by Mike Gomes

Author:Mike Gomes [Gomes, Mike]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hudson Indie Ink
Published: 2021-02-25T22:00:00+00:00

Twelve

As the day drew to a close, Dr. Patel sat in his office, letting his mind drift to the woman that had come in before. Beautiful eyes, beautiful legs, and a beautiful body were all the things that attracted him over and over again. His taste for women was a weakness, and he knew it. Women would come in and out of his life while he and his wife played the game of pretending like nothing was wrong, despite the fact that he stayed out 'til late hours of the night and many times would not return home. The neighborhood and all its people knew exactly what was going on around the doctor's clinic, and he had never shied away from bringing these women around where he lived. The system was set within the Patel home, and a patriarchal rule of tradition is what stood. As long as he provided a comfortable life for his family and children, what he did outside the family was his and his alone.

"Tell the receptionist I want her in here right now," said Patel, barking at one of the employees who walked by his door. "And I mean now, not later on, not in five minutes. I want her in here now, and press that upon her."

"Yes, sir, Dr. Patel," said the young man still in his training to become a phlebotomist within the national system.

Looking on the desk, Dr. Patel went through the charts, looking for the woman who he had seen earlier in the day, wanting an address or a phone number in order to make contact with her. He became frustrated seeing nothing.

"Dr. Patel, you asked for me?" said the receptionist with a far cheerier voice than she held for the patients that came in the door. "How can I help you, sir?"

"The woman that came in this morning, the one that gave blood," he said, dropping his files on the table in front of him. "Do we have a file for her? I don't see anything."

"Doctor, there should be a file. I gave her the paperwork to fill out after she saw you," said the receptionist, beginning to look flustered and squeezing one hand within the other.

"Do you feel that I'm blind?" said Patel with frustration in this voice at having the woman stammer trying to give an answer. "I said, do you think I'm blind!"

"No, sir," she said, becoming more flustered with each passing second. "I-I know you're not blind, no, sir."

"Then why would you ask me if I had the file? Don't you see, I don't have the file, I was looking at the files, and I don't have the file?" said the doctor. "And I don't mind you calling me sir, but what you should be calling me is Dr. Patel. I didn't spend half my life getting educated to have the dregs of society like you calling me sir and not doctor. I have earned that."

"I'm sorry, sir... I mean, Dr. Patel. I'm-I'm just sorry." Tears started to roll from her eyes and she stared down at the floor.

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