Part1_Doctor vs. Boyfriend: A Friendly Morning E-F...

Part1_Doctor vs. Boyfriend: A Friendly Morning E-Football Turns Into A Vicious Brawl!

💥 The Surgeon’s House of Chaos

This morning was a really stressful one!! And just imagine how I’m starting my weekend.

The morning had begun innocently enough. Agnes had invited Benita and her boyfriend, Raph, over to my house. She told me they were coming, and naturally, I decided to welcome them. You know, as friends. We were sitting around, chatting, and things were relaxed. Agnes and Benita were exchanging some friendly banter, Raph was itching for some action, and he suggested we play e-Football.

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That game, ehnn! I don’t actually fancy it that much, and generally, football games aren’t my thing. But I tried playing it anyway, just to keep the company going. The score for the first round was 6-2; and no, don’t ask me who scored the ‘6’ oo! Benita and Raph announced they wanted to spend almost the whole day at my place.

We were still discussing their extended visit when we heard a sharp, unexpected knock on the door.

“Joshua, are you expecting anyone?” Agnes asked, looking puzzled.

“No-oo, I’m not,” I replied, feeling a spike of anxiety. “Are you sure it’ll be a reliable person? This country isn’t safe anymore o.”

“Let’s check,” someone murmured, and they opened the door.

In the next second, Dr. Sam barged in, disrupting the peace.

“Ahnn Ahnn, Sam, Sam, is there any problem? Why have you come here this morning?” I asked, confused by his aggressive entrance.

Sam didn’t even greet us at all. He marched straight past me, went near Benita, and started fuming, his face red with rage.

“Let me warn you! If you were doing your madness to Gabriella then, don’t even try to bring it near me o! You useless gossiper!”

“Ahnn Ahnn, Sam, what’s the meaning of this?” Agnes intervened, stepping forward defensively. “You came to someone’s house and you didn’t even greet anyone, and you started throwing aggression!”

Raph, thoroughly confused, eyed Sam suspiciously. “Who’s he?”

Sam interrupted immediately, cutting off any explanation. “Ohhh, Good Morning, boss. I guess you’re her brother or boyfriend, whatever thing you are to her. Just warn her never to gossip about me again to anyone!”

Benita, fueled by adrenaline and indignation, refused to back down. “And if I don’t, what will you do? Whatever I said about you, were they lies? You love Cynthia, the new nurse, you said it with your mouth in the office! So, why the pretense?”

“Are you mad? When did you become the broadcaster of my life?” Sam roared.

Raph, the more sensible one, interrupted immediately, because this whole chaotic film was getting him crazy. “You’re a doctor, you should know how you use some words! You can’t just be calling a lady or someone ‘mad, crazy’ in arguments!”

Sam, seeing Raph as an insignificant obstacle, escalated the insults. “And who are you to tell me that rubbish? On a normal level, do you think you and I are in the same place? I didn’t come here to beg you or have any words with you. Just warn this parrot called your girlfriend, to avoid me!”

Raph’s voice dropped, hardened with fury. “Whether you’re a doctor or not, I can still talk some sense into you as I want. You are not portraying yourself as a doctor! She gossiped about you—if you don’t want her to say anything about you again, you say it quietly, not barking like a horny dog!”

Benita chimed in with a low blow: “Don’t mind him. Old man like him behaving like a small child. Look around this house, did you see your mate here? You’re 30+, and see how a 23-year-old guy is talking sense into you!”

That was the breaking point. Sam pushed Benita hard out of sheer annoyance. That triggered Raph instantly, and they started fighting.

I became so utterly confused, rushing near them, begging them: “Please o, stop this naaa!!! Stop fighting, please!”

But the situation spiraled further. Agnes and Benita, those two mini-devils, joined Raph in beating up Sam. I was truly infuriated by the sheer lawlessness in my own house.

After the brutal, chaotic beatdown finally stopped, Sam just stood there, his clothes rumpled and his eyes blazing with humiliation and rage. He looked at all of us, his voice cold and menacing.

“I swear to God, I’ll make sure you regret this!”

Raph, still pumping with adrenaline, wasn’t done. “You can’t do anything, you bastard! You should have kept on fighting. Let me beat syringe and injections out of your body, fool!”

My hands were filled with scars from trying to pull them apart, and it hurt for real. I just stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping for the best, but truly fearing the worst. Hmmm, this Sam’s threat, ehnn.

My Name is Just Joshua The Surgeon, and I’m in a mission to save. That’s all. But after this morning, I might need to save myself first.