Dr. Nadeem

Being from a middle-class family, she crossed many hurdles and stood on her own feet through too many difficulties. Meher's life still had not settled right. All she kept wishing was to make her mother's life easier. The hazy ivory-toned cabin seemed hardly any less than the rest of the cabins in the hospital. Her name plate read, 'Dr. Meher Nadeem' along with her degree line for Bachelor in Medicine and Bachelor in Surgery, then D.M. in General science. The patient's reports lay over the huge table inside Meher's room while her stare remained fixed on the patient. Her eyes held nothing except anger then, and she bit her inner cheeks as she tried to hold that anger down. "The sugar reports look worst, Mrs. Saira," she said, her sharp eyes fixed on her. "I told you to have finger millet's tortilla at night. Did you skip that part?" Mrs. Saira kept staring at her hands, too scared to lie. The atmosphere in the room felt thick with raw anger. She let out a sigh before speaking, "It's for your health, Mrs. Saira. If your sugar levels do not come down, you will not be able to get your teeth removed by the dentist, and don't you grow exhausted when the pain in your arms and legs never leaves you?" "I will try harder from here on." "Glad you want to now. That enthusiasm should not leave you," Meher said with a light laugh. After the last appointment was over, she picked up her bag and walked out of the cabin. The receptionist sitting across from her cabin on the 3rd floor of the building welcomed her with respect, and she nodded back with a smile; pulling her mask on again and slipping out of her doctor's coat. She pressed the lift button and entered, checking the notifications on her phone. Her friends' snaps and the unread messages filled the screen when the lift beeped, then stopped with a thud on the ground floor. Meher came out of the lift and walked to the exit; the hall stood empty and there were barely any patients in the waiting hall. She huffed while looking around, unable to believe it was the same hospital that stayed so crowded and noisy in the morning But before she could leave, she was stopped by a nurse calling, "Doctor, we have an ICU emergency. Patient Naina, who is scheduled for a delivery in the morning, a C-section by early morning, now has her sugar fluctuations that keep getting worse. Nothing is helping, Ma'am."