DOT 38 : FISHMONGER

Daniel (7+ years old) 

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

“Please wait here,” the O.T. assistant said politely.

Dad and Mom stood by the counter at the entrance of the operating theater. Mom’s eyes caught sight of the doctor as he was walking out from within the operating hall. 

Her eyes were fixed on him, as she observed him scribbling on what looked like a patient’s file. 

The doctor then looked up, saw Dad and Mom, and gave a curt nod. Mom sucked in a quick breath as the doctor walked towards them. His expression gave nothing away. He was still in his ocean green surgery gown, shower cap and fishmonger boots. 

Mom cringed inwardly as she spotted a small Harry Potter slash of blood stain on the front of his gown which could have only come from You.

“The surgery went very well, Daniel’s okay,” the doctor said, looking quite pleased with himself. 

“He’s awake and talking already,” the doctor continued.

The calm assurance had a tremendous impact on Dad and Mom. A huge burden was immediately lifted from their shoulders. 

Daniel was talking already, so soon after the surgery? 

What could he have said? Mom wondered. 

 

Talking already?