What You Leave Behind -- Pt 15Zaidi felt like his stomach was doing cartwheels inside him as he turned off the long handled tap. A medical attendant – or at least someone masquerading as one – slid a pair of gloves down over his hands and wrists. At no point did their eyes meet. Zaidi stared at the pristine white that now covered his trembling digits. Le Clerq’s whispered words echoed in his ears: Just do what he says. He’s insane. That, it seemed, was something of an understatement.
How did I get into this situation? Zaidi asked himself. Why didn’t I just stay at home with Rashid? Why, why did I have to start chasing fortune again? Cooper had chosen his doctor well. Zaidi had left obstetrics for General Practice over ten years before, yet Cooper had still contacted him. Why? It was simple: money.
The green figure on the gurney grunted and growled, and Zaidi turned towards her. What was this creature? How had it survived? Zaidi’s stomach turned again as she s
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