So there he was, a successful doctor in his own practice. He had made it despite the beginning. It was all he wanted and nothing would get in the way. It was all worth the effort, the.... "Dr Khal, it's time". "Hello and good evening, I am Dr Khal Summer and i will be the one operating on this fine young man. It is a simple cut, remove and stitch up procedure. He will be out in no time and back on his feet". "Thank you doc".
Khal Summer came from nothing and despite the dark trenches he crept out from. A home with and alcoholic father and an abusive and neglectful mother. He knew he had come a long way especially with his ordeal concerning the drugs. One would wonder why he became a doctor but he had got back on the wagon and finished medical school and finally owns his own practice. It was all he ever dreamed off. All his parents could never be and his peers could only dream to be. Life had actually fallen to place.
It was all rosy and dandy as Dr Khal made his rounds and returned to his office where had the most exquisite view in the most comfortable chair. It was barely noon but he knew deserved a little drink. It was gonna be a good day or so he thought....
"Dr Khal we have a code 420 and you are need in emergency ward 2" He had not taken a drop from the glass and he was quite thankful. Getting to the ward, he had not gotten a good view of the patient and as he made his way closer, it became clearer, it was the one person he had dedicated his entire career to forget. "Mom"?
He had not seen his mother for the most part of 20 years and for good reason too. It all came crashing down. The anxiety, flashbacks of his childhood, the beating, sleeping under the bridge just to escape the horror that was his family. He tried to put himself together. "20cc of epiphranol stat. She has blood in her lungs. We need to get her to surgery now." "Dr Khal!!!! We need you in ER no!!!
Khal was gone. In that moment he was back to being a child who could not get away from the wickedness of his mother. He escaped to the comfort of his office and took that drink. he was enraged, sad, scared, confused. "Why here? Why would they bring her here" He had not thought of taking a pill for over 15 years but he had been broken by the mere sight of his mother.
He contemplated for the most part of an hour. If he does this, he would lose his reputation and the practice which he had worked so hard for. It was her or the pills. He had gone so far under in just 2 hours than he did in 10 years.
He was broken and nothing seemed to put him back together .....
