It was 7am, he stormed into the unit with great sense of self-discipline and dedication reasons of which were no one’s concerns. In fact people in his outer circle were drawn to him purely for these qualities. And his inner circle knew very well what drove him so hard. His name was Benjamin.
“Good morning Doctor Ben!” said the ward clerk in an apologetic tone. No she had not made a mistake to talk in that tone but she was expected to do so. This was the consultant driven culture the hospital management had created in the heart of the democratic 21st century England.
“Good morning, is everyone ready?” replied he as he continued walking towards the procedure room through the little corridor both sides of which were divided into many small recovery cubicles.
“They should be but I am not so sure,” replied the clerk in her Greek accent as she panicked and stood up.
He was no longer in her sight when she said that. Time was money and no consultant wanted to waste a minute for nonsensical conversation with a ward clerk. And it was not a coincidence that no one really liked consultants in the hospital even patients secretly hated them. Strange thing was that consultants did not like one another either. Their pride was greater than themselves. On top of that they were overwhelmingly spoiled by the power of their manhood the British Society had given them.
Dr Ben was in his early 40s. He had developed his own technique of endoscopy already. Many of his bookswere taught at medicine schools. He was a short man with intense look in his eyes. Patients from different parts of the world traveled to London to be operated by him. He did not seem to identify himself with any of those, however. He wanted to be remembered by his religion and he was a Jew.
The first patient of the day was ready for his endoscopy.The formerly gay nurse Eric smiled at him gaily and assisted Doctor Ben during the procedure. He did not know why he enjoyed working with Eric so much but the truth was that he made Doctor Ben feel more man than he actually was. No female nurse complemented him as much as Eric did. In fact the female nurses loved that as much as Doctor Ben did, because that made them feel more women than they actually were.
Doctor Ben’s eyes searched for the pretty nurse who had recently started to work at the unit. He looked like a married man but no one knew enough about his family life.
“Oh well, she must be off today,” he said to himself, looking at Eric and the African nurse who had also assisted him, while washing his hands.
His patient was unconscious and taken to one of the recovery cubicles immediately.Doctor Ben had another procedure straight after the first one and another one after that. He continued until the lunch break. He was going to have another case only after 45 minutes hence he decided to lunch at the staff restaurant where he had been only a few times in the past five years.
There she was, sitting at the biggest table in the middle of the restaurant; fresh, enthusiastic with a pink make up on her beautiful young face. Doctor Ben could not resist, he walked towards the same table and sat next to her.
“Hello,” said he.
“Hello Dr Ben,” she replied, feeling surprised and shy. That turned him on even more, but he did not even know her name. This was the first time he hated to be that big in his field; she was nervous because of that. He knew she was going to leave the table to free herself from the tension his name had caused.
“Do you believe in equality?” asked he. She did not believe she heard such a question from him, she stopped eating and looked at him.
“Well…yes,” she replied, wondering why he asked and what he expected to hear from her.
“No… how could you? Even God did not believe in equality,” said he, trying to rid himself off this guilt dominating his soul.
“How do you mean?” she asked with inquiring eyes.
“Look around you,” he said and they both looked around. People from different department of the hospital were lunching; hardly any of them looked happy and fulfilled.
“If God believed and promoted equality, He would have made all of us equally intelligent, equally beautiful, equally talented and humorous,” he added and looked at her with guilt in his eyes.
“But then everyone would go after the same thing and we would all be arrogant enough not to talk to each other,” she replied.
“So you don’t really believe in equality?” said Dr Ben and touched her with his eyes. “Don’t worry, no one sincerely believes, they only pretend just not to feel guilty,” added he when she realized her inner confusion and lost her appetite to finish her salad. She knew he was right.
“Maybe, but actually we are already equal, because none of us has exactly what another has…for example I have an Arabic friend she is extremely rich but she is needs to have at least hundred plastic surgeries to be beautiful. I know she gets upset every time she sees me, but I get upset every time I see her,too.”
“Yes, maybe you are right,too!” he replied but he was still uneasy. She held her tray, he knew she was going to leave and he did not want her to. He could not stop himself and asked again:
“Would you ever work in Africa?” asked he. She looked at him, wondering where he was heading.
“It is too hot there,” she replied with a smile. He loved her smile.
“But it is too cold here,” he replied.
“Yes, but not that cold to cause people to dysfunction,” she replied. He loved her answer; she was not only a pretty face, he thought as he looked at her seductively once again.
“What would make you work there?” asked he and smiled. She did not understand why he smiled.
“Nothing,” she replied.
“What if you were paid five times as much,” asked he, he was dying to hear her reply.
“No, I would not risk my life for money,” she replied and asked: “What would make you work there?”
“Only one thing,” he replied and looked around. He got closer to her and whispered: “I would go there tonight if rape was legal.”
She burnt his penis with her anger and stood up. She held her tray with immense disgust in her heart and walked away with no word. Jewish Doctor Benjamin was never going to see her smile again.