Trip Down Memory Lane

Ferguson’s girlfriend gripped the doctor’s wrist and started dragging her towards Ferguson. ‘All right, all right. Let go of my hand.’ The young doctor scowled. ‘I can see him. Don’t rush me.’ ‘He’s hurt real bad!’ the woman wailed. ‘He’s still breathing, isn’t he?’ the doctor replied impatiently. ‘Stop talking and let me take a look. You, go register at the admission desk.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘Get me a stretcher,’ the doctor said to a passing nurse. She squatted down to examine Ferguson, who was groaning in pain. From a safe distance, Kieran and I watched the fracas with a small crowd, which soon dispersed. The young doctor left a favourable impression on me. It was pretty cool, the way she handled Ferguson’s drama queen girlfriend. She gave instructions to two male nurses, watched them carry Ferguson away on a stretcher, then came over. ‘Are you guys okay?’ ‘We are fine, thank you.’ I smiled at her. Up close, I noticed the doctor’s attractive features. She was probably a year or two younger tha