Bad Girls Don’t Love
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
BAD GIRLS DON’T LOVE
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Dr Kuuku Owiredu held Elaine’s shoulders and turned her to face him.
“Listen very carefully to me, Elaine,” he said in a calm but firm voice. “I told you your mom would be in a stable condition until the professional from South Africa arrived, if we could get the money in time. Do you remember that?”
Elaine nodded miserably as her eyes scanned Rashid’s cold expression.
“Yes, I remember, doc.”
“Good, but I have some bad news, dear. I made a mistake with the diagnosis. We were lucky Dr Rashid Braimah came around. He ordered deeper scans, and we found out your mom’s condition is far worse than I thought. What she has is a malignant tumour that is eating at her brain, crushing vital nerves, and as it stands now, there’s a great chance she might not survive this. I’m sorry, but I’m being brutally frank for you to see the reality!”
“She’s the only one I have!” Elaine cried plaintively, and tears came to her eyes as she looked earnestly at the older man. “She’s everything to me, please! I can’t bear it if she dies because of something stupid I did!”
Dr Owiredu looked blank.
“Something stupid you did? I don’t understand, dear. Rashid here is an amazing surgeon, and if your mom stands any chance at all, it is with him! He examined your mom and said she won’t last the week! You need to allow him to do this surgery!”
“No, no, can’t you understand I can’t?” Elaine cried and stepped back from the doctor. “If he operates, and she dies, even through no fault of his, my guilt would kill me! I can’t function normally again because… because it would be like Karma paying me back! Oh, Lord! Why on earth does it have to be him? How could this happen? That this man would be the only one capable of saving my mom?”
Dr Owiredu, deeply puzzled, looked at Rashid whom he had never seen so cold and angry.
“How exactly do you two know each other?” he asked softly.
“I don’t know her,” Rashid said through clenched teeth. “And I don’t want to know her!”
Elaine gasped and marched towards the desk with stiff legs, her face tight with anger and resolve. She put her hands on the desk and leaned towards him.
“I don’t know how you came on the scene, Rashid. But if you believe I’m going to entrust my mother to you, then you better think twice! She was doing alright! I know whatever new diagnosis you gave is false because you simply want her dead because of what you think I did to you!”
Rashid leaned back in his swivel chair and put the tips of his hands together.
“You sincerely think I’ll kill your mother because of your sins?” he asked softly. “I’m not like you, Silky!”
“Stop calling me Silky, you bastard!” she screamed agonisingly.
“My dear Silky, you’ll always be Silky to me, Silky!” Rashid said calmly.
His calm disposition hid his fury underneath, but Elaine only saw his coldness, and it infuriated her. She growled deep in her throat and turned towards Dr Owiredu.
“Since you put my mother in an induced coma, my rights were spelt out to me,” she said coldly. “I know about the Ghana Health Service Codes and Conducts, and I’m well informed about informed consent of the patient, and that if you operate on my mom without informed consent, you infringe the medical service code, and become criminally liable to lawsuits!”
“Elaine!” Owiredu cried, his face crushed with concern. “Be reasonable now! Don’t you understand what I’m saying? Rashid is your mom’s last hope!”
“No, he’s not!” Elaine screamed. “God is my mom’s last hope, not a vengeful doctor intent on exacting his pound of flesh!”
“Ah!” Rashid said calmly. “She knows God after all, like Rahab in the Bible!”
Her hands curled into furious balls at her side.
Dr Owiredu looked at Rashid with hard eyes.
“Shut up Rashid, please!” he admonished with exasperation.
Elaine looked at Rashid with extremely troubled eyes.
“You hate me, don’t you?” she asked coldly.
“Silky, you just don’t know how deeply I hate you,” he said softly. “Though I owe you a thank you for saving me from those thugs that night!”
“Shove your thank you down a bloody chute, Rashid!” she screamed, then looked at Dr Owiredu. “You heard him, right, how much he hates me? And you want me to entrust my mom to him?”
“I don’t hate your mother, Silky,” Rashid said calmly. “She doesn’t perform silky touches, I presume.”
That one stung Elaine, and brought sudden tears to her eyes as she looked at Rashid.
“I hate you with every breath in me, Rashid Braimah!” she said in an unsteady voice.
“Jesus, Rashid!” Dr Owiredu shouted, exasperated. “Why are you like this? Never imagined you could be like this!”
Elaine turned towards that door, but paused briefly when her hand fell on the handle, and spoke without turning around.
“I’m going to make arrangements for an ambulance, Dr Owiredu,” she said, her voice still unsteady as raw pain seared through her heart, and she wondered why that man had so much power to hurt her. “Please, I’ll appreciate it if you could add a medical history for my mother.”
“Elaine…”
“No, doctor, please. My mind is made up. I’m sending my mother to Korle Bu. I’ll appreciate it if you keep in touch with the South African specialist. I’ve almost got the full money.”
“Your mother won’t survive the ambulance trip, Silky,” Rashid said calmly. “She needs to be completely stable as any sharp movement would cause a rupture of the tumour. It’s not even safe for her to be taken by air.”
“You liar!” she screamed and turned around, and the shattered look on her face, the tears that fell down her lovely cheeks like diamonds, suddenly revealed the frail, scared girl behind the iron-clad exterior. “You’re just scaring me so you can kill her as punishment!”
She sounded so forlorn and lost, so unreasonable, that finally the cruel streak that had lanced through Rashid was effectively burned out, and he felt sudden compassion for her; for the helpless girl he was seeing, but not for the hardcore Ella Silk.
“Look, your mother is in a critical state, very critical. I’ll do my best for her, but that might not even be enough. As you said, it is in the hands of God! So, sign the form, and let me do my work. We’ll settle the hatred later!”
She shook her head once.
“You’re not touching my mother, Rashid.”
She turned, opened the door, and went out.
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