THE ULTIMATE

They sat on a queue, the way people sit in hospital waiting rooms because they were actually seated in the waiting room of an eye clinic, waiting for the saviour in white.
They sat patiently (do they have a choice?), comfortably ('cos it's a private clinic), different people with different eye defects and the healthy people who brought them in, all waiting for the ophthalmologist. There were quite a number of them, one was holding an handkerchief, gingerly covering an eye with it. Five of them were wearing sun shades, too thick to see through. The lady sitting at the edge of the mahogany bench has tears streaming down one eye, one uncle had a mucous eye... don't let me describe the rest, you 've probably not had breakfast.
They were all waiting, the wait here is still better than in government hospitals, you don't want to
experience that.
Brusquely, he walked in. Everybody heaved a sigh of relief. At least, the queue can start moving. But nobody noticed his eyebrows as they creased into a frown.
He summoned the nurse, why was his door still locked? "I 'm sorry sir, I forgot the key", the pretty lady explained. "I 'm not with mine too" he said.
"Bring two chairs into the waiting room, I 'm expecting Doctor Deji", he continued as he walked into the waiting room, fully noticing the patients for the first time. 
He greeted everyone, took his seat on one of the two chairs the nurse just brought in and just stared. He seemed to be staring at the patients, they too seemed to be staring back at him, but his mind was far away. His ears were on fire.
As he took his phone to dial the number again, Dr. Deji walked in with an otoscope and a curette, he is an otolaryngologist (ENT), the Opthalmologist's childhood friend. He waved at the nurse and went straight towards the Doctor's right ear, the patients patiently watching the unfolding drama. 
"Your right ear contains a lot of wax, that explains the irritation", he said as he moved to the other side, checking it now with his otoscope, " and your left ear is blocked, I 'll need an irrigator to clean it up".
"No wonder it's been giving me severe pains", the Opthalmologist whizzed. "You can just drop by at my place for the clean up tomorrow", Dr Deji offered.
"No, this can't wait till tomorrow", he replied standing up. The nurse looked confused, "but sir..." she said, pointing at the waiting patients.
"Give them new appointments".
They all understood, He needs treatment too. TiToluwaNiMi.

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