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"Do you think we should congratulate him on a job well done?" one asked.
"Is there any need? He has probably heard that so many times that he has gotten bored of hearing it," another concluded.
A moment that was supposed to capture learning was now filled with gloom. I left the room. Ben was always trying his best for everyone. On my first day at work, I helped out with a patient and did well. Ben was the first to tell me I had done a good job.
When Chloe showed off what she studied that Sunday, he sang her praises. I watched him do the same thing to Dr. Solomon, Martha, and most of the staff. Everyone, including me had become his beneficiary in one way or the other.
Even that time in London, I was actually the one benefitting majorly from his affection. When was the last time someone made him a beneficiary of their kindness?
*****
I found him on his way to his office. He had changed out of his surgery clothes and wore navy blue scrubs.
"You looking for something?" he asked as he unlocked his office door.
"Found it," I replied, "Or him."
"Nice," he smiled and opened the door. "After you."
"Why thank you sir," I smiled and went in.
"How may I be of service?" he asked.
"I came to praise you," I replied.
"Praise me? Did they start another cult about me again?" He sighed.
"Again? It's happened before?"
"No, but it should," he smirked as he took his seat. "So, how exactly going to praise me."
"You did a very good job today during the heart transplant," I said, "I haven't seen any surgeon move like that.'
"Oh you should see Ethan then," he smirked.
"Nah, I'm more interested in Ben right now," I said.
He smiled and the smile went down.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I know we're trying to act like nothing happened, but I think we should properly talk about what happened in London," he said.
"What made you want to talk about it all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Because, like I said, we've been quiet about it for too long," he replied. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yeah," I replied.
We both needed the talk.
"Why did you runaway that night?" He started with a difficult one.
"To be honest, I don't know," I replied. "I just had a feeling that you wouldn't want to see me there when you woke up."
"What feeling was that? And why did it win?" he asked.
"I don't know the answer to both questions," I answered. "It just felt right at the moment. But I ended up regretting it and wondering if I had made the right call leaving you alone."
