A peaceful night at surgery

I was sitting in the casualty of my hospital looking at the fan in full spin with his poor offwhite tubelight companion, envying the senior resident who is peacefully snoring away in his room ,wondering if there is a life beyond these 24 hour rigmaroles. Technically speaking i couldn’t find a better way to keep myself entertained at 2.15 am in the morning. All this compounding to the irresistable desire to doze off on the table . My counterpart duty colleague at the medical casualty is having a carnival of patients ranging from a running nose to a heart failure . My surgical casualty is for the time being calm . Well i secretly enjoy the scene because I'm relatively free even though both of us are on a heavy dose of compromised sleep .
Well after a brief thought i decide to stretch my legs and have a siesta at our duty room till the next call comes up . I look at my watch It reads 2 . 35 am . hmmm... yes I think I deserve the sleep . I wearily pull my self up to walk the distance to the resting room when Inotice a few smart police men walk up to me .I was craning my neck to see whom these cops have brought . They walk up to me and say" Doctor , we have brought a person who is bleeding ". I crane my neck to see who's being escorted by them. Was it a V.V.I.P, or a fellow policeman?. It seemed like a long time before this gentleman Benny ( he's very silent and keeping to himself at this instant)walks in .
Let me briefly describe him to you .He can hardly stand by his own toggling constantly between the 2 policemen who are holding him up against gravity . I wondered whether he was a victim of dirt biking or spanish bull fighting .Well he has a lungi ( something similar to a bed sheet which is worn by south indians ) hardly adorned.He's taken straight to the minor theatre . So much for my pre-sleep preparation. I don a pair of fresh gloves and go up to him to examine him and lo begins his plea " Doctor my mom and dad died inthe cancer centre. all i have is my younger brother and right now i am on alcohol and nicotine. "I look at his scalp . Its a bad cut ;round 15 cm ( the police tell me that hes been assaulted) I quickly move in to to top gear and with my assistant I am already suturing (stitching) the wound furiously . Benny is singing and prophecying to keep me entertained . I have a posse of onlooker enjoying the amusement.
After I'm done he looks like a martian with a big bandage round his head. I ask him for his contact number to inform his home and walk back when benny with his animated theatrics follows me holding the fluid drip bottle on his head and the intravenous line in the other hand . I ask him" where to?"hardly able to hold my giggle back. he says to call "To call home" he says. I sent him back to lie down still. Moments later he's lying on the floor of the room announcing that he finds it comfortable there rather than the theatre cot. He's got 25 of his fans closely watching him and enjoying every bit of his antics. He responds and continues his stage show lying down. fusion music ,drama,dance.....and so on. I go back to my seat and sit down reflecting on the kinds of entertainment you can get in the middle of the night so much for an uneventful surgery table.