Bad Girls Don’t Love
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
BAD GIRLS DON’T LOVE
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They began at ten o’clock in the morning and finished at eleven in the night.
It was a gruelling thirteen hours of non-ending tension, stress and concentration for Rashid, Laryea, Owiredu and three junior doctors and seven nurses.
All the others took little breaks during the surgery on Madam Bio, but Rashid stood on his legs throughout, an epitome of calm confidence, nipping, cutting, probing, fixing.
From the first incision to using a saw to take off the top of the skull of the woman’s head to expose the brain, his hands kept moving as he changed instruments, shuffled angles, called for action and did what he did best.
Those in his presence marvelled.
Finally, they knew this man was no ordinary surgeon; he was blessed with it. This was what Dr Laryea Odamten had seen the first time he took his medical team to the lab and asked them to operate on toads. Even then, this young man’s dexterity, attention to detail, and exact manipulation of his instruments with supreme composure had greatly enthralled the senior man.
When Laryea had a complex heart bypass surgery later on, and Rashid was a freshman with no experience, he had called the young man into the surgery room, astonishing the senior doctors and annoying some. However, when things had turned dicey and many of them were weak-kneed, because the patient was a huge political figure, Rashid had spoken calmly.
“May I, sir, please?”
Laryea had simply stepped aside and motioned to the young man, and he had saved the patient’s life.
When the surgery was completed, and Maame Bio’s sawed-off skull was finally put back, glued and bandaged cleanly, everybody just stared at Rashid as he moved away.
The look in their eyes were indescribable.
“He’s a god in the theatre!” one young doctor said in reverential tones and, hearing it, Laryea Odamten smiled with great pride.
“He is,” Kuuku said with a shuddering breath of wonder. “He surely is!”
Later, when Rashid emerged through the doors of the ante-room, changed and looking bone-tired, all the doctors, nurses and staff in the ante-room broke into instantaneous applause.
He smiled warily.
“It was a teamwork, my friends,” he said modestly. “Now let’s wait the stipulated three hours and hope God has been favourable to us.”
They were in a hurry to congratulate and shake his hand.
“You must be tired, son,” Laryea said when it was his turn. “Sleep-in tomorrow. Take time off your feet.”
Rashid smiled.
“Tired, but six hours of sleep would restore me.”
Just then there were angry voices from outside the door.
“You can’t go on, please!” a shrill female voice said. “This area leads to the surgical rooms! Unauthorized persons can’t go in!”
Laryea looked across, startled.
“What’s going on there?” he asked with a scowl.
Rashid sighed resignedly; he had a good idea what might be happening, but he said nothing as they crossed to the door and opened it.
Elaine Boateng was there with three grim-faced policemen.
One was a six-foot giant of a man. He had close-set eyes, a huge nose, and fleshy full lips.
“Which one of you is Dr Rashid Braimah?” he asked nastily.
“What do you want from him?” Owiredu asked coldly, then he saw the grim-faced Elaine. “Elaine, you did this? Do you know just how long this man was on his feet fighting to save your mother?”
“You want to effect an arrest at this time of the day?” Laryea asked furiously. “Have you no shame?”
Rashid put a hand on her shoulder.
“It is alright, sir, really,” he said wearily and stepped forward. “Here I am.”
“Are you Rashid Braimah?” the huge cop asked grimly.
“Just told you I am.”
“I am Chief Inspector Kwaku Adwenfi. We want you to come with us to the station,” the cop said. “Miss Elaine Boateng filed a complaint about you operating on her mother against her express wishes. You’re required to tell us your side of the story.”
“Now?” Rashid asked tiredly. “Can’t it wait till the morning?”
“I’m afraid not,” the Chief Inspector said. “You come now, on your own volition, or we force you to come.”
“What is this?” Laryea asked angrily. “Elaine, what’s wrong with you? Your mother would have died if it hadn’t been for him!”
Elaine looked at him with an expressionless face.
“I saw her,” she said listlessly. “The nurses say she would wake up around three in the morning. Well, she looks dead to me, and it is because he killed her! I asked you to stay away from my mother, Rashid!”
Rashid did not look at her as he walked toward the cops resignedly.
“Let’s go then.”
“Clamp the handcuffs on him, Corporal Nti,” the cop ordered.
Elaine gasped then looked at Rashid.
“Handcuffs?” Dr Owiredu asked angrily. “What’s wrong with you, sir? With all due respect, he agreed to come with you! You didn’t say you were arresting him, did you? You said you wanted his statement.”
The cop looked at him coldly.
“Standard procedure, sir! We’ll take off the cuffs when we get to the station.”
“This is preposterous, unfair!” Laryea exploded. “You’re playing with fire, Chief Inspector. I can make life uncomfortable for you! Why are you cuffing him like a common thief?”
“I said standard procedure!” Chief Inspector Adwenfi growled. “Nti, cuff him!”
“It’s okay, Sir,” Rashid said calmly and held out his hands.
One of the policemen slipped the handcuffs around his wrists and locked it, then they began to lead him out.
“I’m following, son!” Laryea said, his voice sounding disgusted. “I know the Station Commander, friend of mine. I will get him and come for you!”
Rashid smiled wanly.
“Come in the morning, sir,” he said calmly. “I’m too tired for this drama!”
He walked out with the policemen.
The room was suddenly dead silent.
Elaine could feel all the eyes of the doctors and staff on her, cold and accusing! She shivered within as she left the room quickly.
She began to weep as soon as the door swung shut behind her, and she raced through the corridors to the Female Recovery Ward where her mother was lying on the bed as if dead.
Elaine crashed to her knees beside the bed, put her hands on her mother’s feet, and her tears fell harder and faster.
“I’m so sorry, mama! If I had not faulted that doctor, he wouldn’t have done this to you! Oh, I killed you, mama! I killed you too! Please forgive me! Please, please, mama, forgive me!”
And, even as she wept, she remembered how Rashid Braimah had not even looked at her once as he was being taken away. He had not spoken to her, or tried to reason with her.
She knew, without a doubt, that his hatred for her had increased a thousandfold. Elaine knew she hated him too, but suddenly, she was becoming a bit apprehensive, and she wondered what would happen if her mother indeed survived! Her actions had been precipitated by the horrors of her mind, by the acute fear that her mother would die, and she would never be able to forgive herself!
Bad, bad, bad, whore, you slut, you had to go and hurt that doctor and make him lose his fiancee! You see he has killed your mother too? It is all your fault, Ama Boateng, you slut!
But that look on Rashid’s face as he was led away in handcuffs!
It was haunting her, haunting her so badly!
“Rashid!”
Elaine gasped, startled.
Lord, did I really just whisper his name? Get out of my head, Rashid Braimah! Get the hell out of my head!
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