Chapter 5: First Contact-2

[Perspective Change]

I worked at the counter in the emergency room today. My pal kept bugging me yesterday, saying he needed me to cover for him since he had a date. When a patient arrives at the hospital in need of rapid medical attention, the emergency room (ER) is the department in charge of providing them with medical and surgical care. It was common to feel overburdened by the rapid influx and departure of patients while attempting to remain composed for the subsequent patient. After all, the urgent situation is our fault. In order to preserve lives, we need to make the right decision as soon as possible.

I heard Melissa, the nurse, shout because it was a really slow day. A lovely couple was carrying a blue cloth sack when I hurried to the entrance. I deduced that the patient was young because there were not many bloodstains on different areas. I promptly gave the nearby assistants instructions to bring an emergency stretcher trolley. After he understood, we hurried the individual inside and carefully put them on the stretcher.

The pair wanted to follow me inside the ward, so I advised them to wait.

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"Let's just wait outside, I hope they can save the boy." Robert let out a sigh.

In contrast, Laura was in a panic. She took out her cell phone and dialed her uncle's number. She merely informed him about the hospital and gave a quick explanation of the circumstances. Her uncle promptly called the hospital and told them what had happened.

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I had a foul feeling all over my neck, and it was just past midday. I had to stay up late last night to do my study. For a few weeks, things were really busy; I had to oversee and collaborate with the various academics as we neared the end of a number of experiments. It would have been much simpler if it weren't for my administrative duties as the Dean of the Royal Berkshire NHS, but I have a lot of duties as the Head.

I have a lot of obligations. I had to constantly go through various documents, and spending a lot of time in the office was bad for my physique.

Henry Addington, 1st Viscount Sidmouth, a local and previous prime minister, donated the site on which the Royal Berkshire Hospital was built on London Road in 1839. Henry Briant, a local architect and builder who won the design competition, constructed the hospital. Although he passed away before the hospital opened, King William IV was very interested in it before it was constructed, and as a result, his arms were placed on the central pediment. Queen Victoria, William's niece and heir, was the hospital's first sponsor.

It was a prominent hospital that was listed in the top ten in the UK. I was looking over the pertinent paperwork when I got a call on my private line, which is only accessible by a select few. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was Master Joshua Morgan, one of the trust's largest stockholders. I quickly grabbed the phone—

"Hello"

Good day, Mr. Michael Wilkins I need to talk to you about an urgent situation." "Master Joshua said."

"Yes sir, Please tell me, how can I help!" I straightened my back and answered.

My niece Laura appears to have brought a patient who is in severe condition; please give them the finest care possible and keep me informed. For this, I must bother you." "Master Joshua said."

"No trouble, sir, I will immediately look into it and personally guide the relevant doctors, you don't have to worry about it."

"Thank you, as far as I am informed Robert is also with her in the ER, you will find them there." "Oh," he said.

I gave a firm response, hung up, and hurried to the emergency room with other specialists to see the renowned couple.

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A group of about twenty different expert doctors and their students were racing to the emergency room. An elderly man with a worried expression on his face was being followed by all of them. Even though onlookers were curious about what was going on, they nevertheless made a straight line when they noticed them coming their way. There was an incredible lineup of senior medical executives. Numerous individuals recognized various staff members since they had seen pictures of them displayed in various Royal Berkshire wings and hallways.

Outside the ward, Robert and Laura sat in silence. Laura appeared concerned, as if a switch had been flipped, bringing forth her maternal instinct, but Robert maintained a composed and stoic expression.

When they heard a rustling sound coming from their left, they automatically turned their faces in that direction while they were staring through the glass pane.

Although he had a very excellent memory, Robert recognized the Dean since they had previously met at a trust-sponsored benefit a number of years prior. With respect, he said—

"Dr.Wilkins, I am glad you are here." He made the automatic motion to shake hands.

I'm embarrassed by you, Master Robert. "Just call me Old Michael," he responded, standing erect.

He was aware of the type of person Robert was during a time of great family upheaval and turbulence; he stood up for Miss Laura by himself against the Old Monsters of the Morgan and Rothchild Empires. Their romance was well-known among the wealthy elite, and even young people look up to them for remaining together in spite of pressure from both families.

You must understand that both of these families—one in the US and the other in Europe—are the backbone of numerous nations. Due to their disparate origins, they were overlords for various reasons, and as a result of these complaints, they were constantly at odds.

Their union had to be acknowledged. However, Robert forced them to acknowledge their marriage out of pure willpower. Although things were tumultuous at the time, they now appear to get along well. His method is not well recognized, but the outcome is self-evident. He was a creature that an old monster had constructed.