Jude is a wonderful man. I met him during my internship training last year. He is a versatile man and full of humor. He joined the hospital, where I worked as a newly employed medical doctor. He is a good-looking young man, dark in complexion, and averagely tall. He isn't that muscular, but he sure has a good physique for a young man. Many of the staff crushed on him; likewise, some patients always wanted him to attend to them.
I work in the laboratory as a laboratory technician, and whenever a test report is brought to us in the laboratory to be conducted, we take the result to the doctor and not the patient. The first day I met him, I mistakenly hit him with a tourniquet in my hand along the hallway, not knowing he was a medical doctor. I apologized and went on my way; since that time, I haven't come across him, probably because he wasn't on duty.
Different comments came on his personality; some called him proud because he wasn't returning the energy or vibes they were giving him, and some called him focused, while others called him a religious man who doesn't want to get his hands in sin. Each person has their own thoughts about him, and that's fine; we are all judges of whatever we think. As time went on, the atmosphere of the hospital became more conducive than when he first arrived, and everyone wanted to be his close ally.
Amidst all these, no one knows who he was because he took his time to study his environment and make some personal decisions that were of benefit to him. One day he was on duty, and the hospital seemed a bit busy because different patients were trooping in for different health reasons. The laboratory bench was filled with people waiting for their tests to be carried out. I was so busy that I had to wait and compile like five results before going to give them to the doctor because I couldn't go one after the other.
After conducting the first five tests with my superior, I took the first five results to him, the doctor who was on duty. I knocked, and a voice from inside replied, "Come in." I opened the door gently and entered, and then I saw Doctor Jude sitting with a pen in his hand and his head bowed.
He raised his head and said with a smile, "Oh, the tourniquet lady, nice seeing you again. I hope you aren't with a tourniquet this time." I smiled and replied, "No, sir, I'm not, and sorry about the last time; I play a lot." "It's alright, madam," he said. I pointed the results in my hands to him, and he collected them with a smile, and then I turned to leave. "I'm Jude; call me Jude," he said. "Okay, sir, I will keep that in mind," I replied, and I left his office.
After some minutes, I had to go to Doctor Jude's office again to drop the results of the test on some patients waiting patiently on the bench who were directed to the laboratory. I knocked and entered; he was with a patient, one of whom I had dropped their test result earlier.
"Tourniquet, welcome back," doctor Jude said with a smile. "Here are the results, sir," I said as I dropped them on his table and left. That day, I couldn't remember how many times I visited his office, and at some point, everywhere was so busy that we all had to buckle up. It was one of my most stressful days ever.
From that day onward, we became friends, though he doesn't know my name, as he does call me Tourniquet. One afternoon, when he was on duty, he visited the laboratory and asked, "Where is the tourniquet?" My superior rushed to get him a tourniquet, then he laughed and said, "I'm talking about your assistant, that young lady".
My superior couldn't hold her laughter as she laughed hysterically, "Her name is Oyindamola, not Tourniquet." "Wow, such a beautiful name. Well, I do call her Tourniquet because, on our first encounter, she hit me with a tourniquet," doctor Jude said.
As my superior, whom I always referred to as "oga," which means boss, was about to tell him where I went, I entered the laboratory to see Doctor Jude sitting on the bench. "Good morning, sir," I said with a smile. "Tourniquet, oh, sorry, Oyindamola, since I didn't ask for your name nor did you tell me, I got used to calling you Tourniquet, but I've been corrected. Good morning to you, ma," doctor Jude replied. Then he started discussing with myself and my superior, cracking different kinds of jokes that got us laughing so loudly. This is a version of him that no one has ever seen.
Some staff who came to the laboratory at that time were all surprised to see Doctor Jude in such a mood; although he smiles a lot, I've never seen him with much humor. After some minutes of work called and he had to leave, people began to talk about the new side of him they just witnessed and why he chose to be friends with the laboratory technicians.
Amidst all these, his patients were also giving good testimonies about him, including how funny he could be and his ways of handling patients's cases. At first, people got the wrong perception, but with time, he showed his humorous side, which everyone loved. No one comes across him with regrets in any way because he will always make them laugh and forget their sorrows.
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