Chapter 13
• •• Dickinson POV • ••
~ ~ Phone ringing in the office ~ ~
“Hello, you’re speaking to Mr Dickinson's secretary. How may I help you?” Naomi introduces the formalities as usual.
“It’s Dr. Jones of the saint... hospital, I urgently need to address Mr Dickinson!” he retorts with his flutter voice.
“A minutes sir!” she passes the information...
~ ~ Phone rings and I pick it up!. ~ ~
“I said no disturbance, Naomi!” I pick up the call yelling at her.
“Sorry, Sir buts it's an urgency from Dr Jones. He insisted!” Naomi knows how Dr Jones affairs are important to me.
“Pass the call!” Instruct. “Okay, sir!” and she does.
“Hello Mr. Dickinson, it's Dr Jones!.”
“I know! spare me all the formalities, go straight to the point!.” I get nervous because he hardly calls me.
“Sorry! I can't say it through the phone. Passe at the hospital today or now if possible!” Dr Jone manages to keep calm, but is obvious something is wrong and this seriously makes me panic.
“I don't have time for such! Just say it through the phone and save our time!.” I get agitated because I'm seriously curious now. The instance in his voice makes me sick.
“Please, come to the hospital!” he concludes and with that said he off the call. This makes me sicker.
I takes a deep breath to content my wrath which suddenly develops. “Fuck!.” I bank the phone on back on it's base.
I grab the coat behind the chair and I quickly put it on. I quickly step out of the office to find Emile handing some files to Noami but I passe like no one was strutting there.
“Sir!” Naomi tries to stop me to tell me something.
“Not Now Noami!” I yell without stopping even for a second and I pause in the lifter which closes. I think even bothered to take my private lifter this time.
“Wow!” Naomi exclaims once she notice the animosity in me.
“Is something wrong with him!” Emile worriedly ask without taking lots of factors into consideration. The first being that Noami doesn't appreciate her.
Naomi give her a dead glance like “Seriously!” without saying a word. She simply seizes the files in her hand and keep glaring at like “you can now leave!” she simply twist her mouth without saying a word.
“Noted!” Emile strolls away pulling her words with her, once she notices Noami harsh reactions towards her simple question which she asked good faith.
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I barge into the hospital walking straight to Dr Jones’ office without taking any consideration of his secretary or of the patients waiting at his door.
I barge in and I find him discussing with a patient. I strut at the entrance with my bitter glance fixed on him.
“Excuss me madam!” Dr Jones uncomfortably escortes the woman out as he sees me. I take a seat while he takes her out giving her excuses which I don't even care so much to know about.
The doctor takes a deep breath before closing the door behind him.
“I won't tolerate such attitude, Mr Dickinson. This is a hospital not a playground and you know such behaviour and interruptions aren't acceptable!” he gives me his moral speech which I don't still care about.
“Spare me all that and fucken go straight to the point.”
I lean back on the chair folding my arms to contain me again. He made me rush her like a fool and here he dares to waste my time.
“Its something really delicate and it's very important you keep calm. I have two announcement for you. Sorry, but none is good.” he takes a deep breath searching for the right words
“Go on!.” I impatiently scowl!.
“Yesterday evening, I was making counts in the cryobank and...”
I brow folds with my stare getting narrow when he pronounces cryobank. I unfold my arms with my stare fixed on him.
He continues...
“We/I found... I found no sample of your sperm!” he goes straight to the point.
“What the hell are you talking about? that is my last sperm count?” I keep calm, I take it that my ears are faulty and I didn't get him well.
“When I noticed it, I concluded that your wife came for the insemination as planned... but I was later told this morning that she never showed up for the insemination.” he battle and expands.
“Fuck! So where is my sperm?” I hit the table so hard that it almost breakthrough, clenching my fist in wrath anxiously waiting for his reply.
“I should sue you for your carelessness but it's unnecessary because you will find that sperm back!. You must find it back!” I hit the table so hard again.
“We found it already!.” he manages to cut through my loud hideous voice.
“Good! was it necessary to put me under such pressure?” I get calm once I heed him.
“Its was accidentally inseminated in a young woman. Presently I think she knows nothing about this, so there is a high chance that the insemination has failed!”
“Fuck! so my sperm is lost?” I hit the table again nearly breaking it into pieces now “what are you saying in the end?”
“I wasn't in charged of the insemination! another doctor did and unfortunately, he did it to the wrong lady!“ he explains it like it's nothing to worry about but that is all my life gone...
“I don't care about what happened, who did what, or how you feel about it?! All I care about is my sperm!. I need it back in good health.” I cut him off his unnecessary explanation.
“We found the lady in which we accidentally inseminated your sperm. She is called Emile Kiddie, 24 years old and I'm good friends with her mother. We also found out that it's been two weeks now that she has been working for you!” he passes a picture of her to me.
Instantly pick it up once I heed the familiar name.
“Who else knows about this?.” I ask more like yelling at him carelessly.
“About what?. The loss, sperm?” I wonder aloud. “Don't be stupid! I mean the girl?” I yell.
“The the doctor who accidentally inseminated, Emile, you and I. So three plus you!.” he answers with his trembling voice yet he sounds courageous.”
“Fine! it remains so. No one, I mean no one should know about this. I will take care of the girl. Pray hard that the insemination works on her if not you will pay very dearly for this.” I threatened.
“Sir, I can't. It's against the law and unethical. I'm sorry but I can't!, the young girl has to know about it because if the insemination works, she has right to decide on whether to keep it or not!” he dares talks back to me after what he did this makes me seriously furious.
“I care about your ethics or what's so ever, should have thought of that before handing my sperm to an incompetent Doc, that young girl is my only chance of ever having a child, not only a child but a biological child. So don't you dare take that away from me!... So you will keep your mouth shut until I decide it fit.” I tightly clenched my fista, battling so hard with myself not to give him a blow before leaving.
I seat still. We both get calm!.
“No word to anyone!.” I insist. “Okay!” he nods, he knows what I can do. With that said, I leave his office to a chaotic crowd piss at the fact that I came last but I entered first. Once they see me stepping out they increase their voices.
“Shit!.” Dr Jone furiously hits the table as I close the door behind.
“Jim, back to the office!.” I bang my car door in wrath without giving them time to step out of the car to open the door for me. Jim simple nods and takes me to the office.
I take my private elevator, then walk straight to my office.
“No disturbance!.” I instruct Naomi without stopping for a second.
“Okay, Sir!.” she seriously nods.
I move the jacket I have on and I place it behind the chair in distress. Then I pour out one glass of the strongest whiskey I have while untieing my tie.
“What next now! It has been a week since I left her house without checking on her.”
I take a seat thinking about what to do next it's been days now since Emile and I haven't spoken to each other.
I sip my whiskey.
I know she doesn't want to see me and I can't force my self on her. I have done enough already and she rejected me.
“In this situation I got no choice, I ought to be close to her!.” I pick jacket and I put it on.
