Your Idiocy Killed Me, Doctor!
The new intern in the unit had to be chronically incompetent.
He handled my mother's post-surgery medication and somehow mixed up the drug. He gave her a potent blood thinner. That night, she died from a hemorrhage after her operation.
Before I could even accuse him, the intern had his puppy-dog eyes ready. "I'm sorry, Dr. Benford, but I thought that was the drug you wanted me to mix. Who was I to question my superior's order?"
Then the hospital director, who was also my wife, chimed in, "Your mom is the idiot for taking her meds without checking. She brought this on herself."
I was so enraged that I had a heart attack, which meant I had to undergo surgery in the same hospital.
The intern insisted on redeeming himself and assisted Victoria during the operation.
He could not even thread a needle because his hands kept trembling. In the middle of the procedure, this medical fraud removed his mask and wet the end of the surgical thread to force it through.
I died in the ICU the next day. The cause was a bacterial infection.
As I neared death, I heard the intern whine through tears, "How could I be so careless? If I weren't so clumsy, Dr. Benford would have lived."
Victoria gently ruffled his hair. "Don't take it to heart, pumpkin. Everyone knows how risky medical procedures can be. You're just starting out, so don't be so hard on yourself."
Because of my wife's efforts, both my mother and I were cremated without any investigation or disciplinary action. You would think that was the end.
It wasn't. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugo Spencer first joined our hospital as an intern.