Ill Luck

"I sincerely want to apologize in advance for asking this question because I know it's going to hurt you for real. Don't blame me, the curiosity is killing me slowly. It's about Dexter, though, "Doctor Escobar initiated the conversation. He paused to seek the approval of Kelly before proceeding to avoid sounding rude.

At the mention of Dexter's name, Kelly facepalms. "Oh no. Dexter again?" He knew that the name alone connotes chaos and drama. And Dexter is the last person Kelly wants to discuss just to avoid having another migraine. 

"Go ahead with the question. 

You got nothing to worry about," Kelly consented. It took him a couple of minutes to decide that. He was quite aware that it was a massive risk getting himself involved in Dexter's drama, yet he wasn't bothered. 

"How's your friend, George coping with him? It must be very tough for him, isn't it? I can imagine the sleepless nights that Dexter is causing him. If I should be honest with you, I just can't even stand Dexter's presence for a second. One of us might end up being admitted to the hospital, and that person isn't me," Doctor Escobar tossed the question that had been lingering on his lips for too long shortly after Dexter's departure. Dexter might be gone, and Doctor Escobar could still feel the heat. 

"Who you talking about?" Asked, Kelly. His body might be there, but his mind certainly wasn't. He wasn't even paying attention to what Doctor Escobar was saying. 

"Of course, it's Dexter, Kelly. Don't pretend as though you don't know what I'm talking about," Doctor Escobar raged, transferring all his aggression at Kelly when he ought to be upset at Dexter for ruining his day. 

"If that kid was my son, I would have dealt with him a long time ago. The fact that George appears to be cool while his son is a wild cat still surprises me. How's that even possible?" Doctor Escobar added. He seemed can't get over the drama that was caused by Dexter.

 In his eight years as a medical practitioner, that's one of the craziest acts he's ever witnessed. He would rather not go through that phase again. 

"Oh, you mean Dexter? Now I know what you are talking about. You should have made that clear from the onset." Kelly quickly regained his memory. He nodded his head in self-pity and said, "Let's just forget about Dexter. He's a different topic for another day. If I wish to start talking about him, we might as well spend the entire week discussing that," 

"Now that Dexter has gone. 

Can we go see George now? We need to commence the treatment immediately," Kelly implored. That was the only thing he cared about.

 He was grateful that Dexter had gone with his troubles. It's safe to say that Dexter was Kelly's biggest threat ever. He gave Kelly a run for his money. 

"Absolutely! I can't wait to see that happen and discharge your friend. The earlier he gets discharged, the better for me because I've got a feeling that Dexter might show up here again to visit his Father. And when he does, I will be forced to take action," Doctor Escobar said. He spoke with fear.

 It was obvious that the presence of Dexter traumatized Doctor Escobar to the point where he was still feeling Dexter's presence around his office.

Kelly knew about this. He could see the fear all written on Doctor Escobar's face.

 For the sake of peace, Kelly decided not to speak about it. 

"I will just head straight to my friend's ward. I am pretty sure he's been waiting for me to show up with his son. I can imagine the disappointment on his face when he hears that his so-called didn't even want to see him," Kelly said and walked away after appreciating the Doctor for sticking to plan.

 Most doctors would have acted on Dexter's rage. However, Doctor Escobar's resilience and maturity made the difference. 

Arriving at the entrance door for George's ward, Kelly laid back to panic. He thought of the perfect excuse to give why Dexter refused to show up. He didn't want to be the reason for another George's panic attack.

 Kelly wasn't even that scared when Dexter was making those troubles. But today, he could feel his soul departing from his body. 

Kelly spent a couple of minutes at the doorway, mauling over his next move, when he received a call from George. At that point, Kelly knew that his honeymoon of thinking was over. 

He refused to answer the phone because he knew for sure that his voice might echo from the outside. Rather, he declined it. 

Luckily for Kelly, his phone was on silent mode. It would have been different if the ringtone had played out. 

"Why is Kelly not taking my calls? This wasn't the agreement we all had. Did Dexter suddenly change his mind about coming to the hospital? If Kelly knew he wasn't going to help out, why did he agree to this?" George lamented. His voice was so loud to the extent that Kelly could hear him from outside. 

The sorrowful voice of George best explained his pathetic situation. It was a sign that the poor man was hurting deeply. 

Without being told, Kelly quit playing games and walked inside the ward. 

To his greatest surprise, Ciara was still seated in her blurry eyes. She was the first person who caught Kelly's attention. 

Glancing at the wall clock hanging on the wall, Kelly could confirm that it was a few minutes past 9 pm. 

He yelled at Ciara, "What are you still doing here? I thought I asked you to leave. Did you, for once, glance at the time? Because if you did, I wouldn't have found you here.

"Where are you expecting me to leave without you? Of course not. We came here together, and it was only an idea for me to wait for you. That's the only assurance that you were safe" Ciara defended herself for not leaving.