A man with a fractured leg, a lady whose hands cant stop trembling, aboy hurling abuses is hidden in the corner by his bashful mother andthen there's me. Why would a doctor go to another doctor you may ask?Well the fact is not all doctors are demi-gods, diseases get to themand once it does all you can do is hope and wait that another personhelps you out of the dump.I sit and wait near the nurses desk. "Thedoctor will be right with you" she said. Not something that I'm notused to. I'm sure the patients who used to sit outside my waiting roomalso experienced the same. I guess they are on to you when you havevisited as many times as I have.

I've known Marc since highschool. The best of friends, us both. We used to go for footballpractice together, dated twin sisters, played video-games, the works.Seeing him at Hopkins was the least I expected for he had nevermentioned it to me neither the fact that it was me who had inspired himto choose medicine and I was glad he did. We ended up being roommatesand everything went well from day one.

Everything about medicinefascinated me no end. All the drugs with their fancy formulas andrecipes, the functioning of each part of the body, the repair involvedduring surgery, it was all in my blood as probably Edward Cullen ofTwilight would say "my own personal brand of heroin." Like him, I toohad found mine.

I cant say when my disease started. Probably theday, Jules was born. She was beautiful. Her blue eyes, porcelain skin,breathtaking. But I then found myself taking a bit too much interest inher health. What would you expect you'd say? Every father dreams ofnothing but the best for his daughter, but too much of care was what Ihad. Like a carnivorous bacteria, it ate me up each time she had asimple cold or slight temperature. Nothing but the best for my daughterI said.

I found myself taking her regularly to the pediatrician,who later got fed up or me and behaved rudely the next time I hadarrived. This continued some more and many doctors later I had finallyfound someone I could trust, Marc Dillon, my hero.But he too noticed Iwas far more worried than usual for Jules. "I know it pains you Jo, butyou really don't need to bring Jules here for simple stuff like this.Loading her with medicines isn't good for her." I just used to sitthere and cry till he got fed up and prescribed the pills to me.

Andthen one day, Jules really did become sick and it didn't stop with themeds. I knew the best thing I could do was to make it all stop. Whatfather would like to see his baby go through all that suffering.Filling in the bath tub with water. I waited contemplating what I wasdoing and deep down I knew something was wrong when I held my beautifulbaby deep down in the tub, waiting for the bubbles to stop and whenthey did, I knew my job was done. I had made my baby happy, no moresuffering....

Her funeral was beautiful. All those people,comforting me and saying that everything was going to be alright feltstrangely exhilarating, her death made me happy with all the attentionI was receiving.I was sick, your honor. I had killed my baby and I knewit...

Minutes later, I hurl in my seat at court. The officerstake me away. I'm waiting for my sentence now. Perhaps I could meetJules once more and tell her how much I really loved her. How much Ireally cared about her and that it was her daddy who was sick and nother and ask for forgiveness...

* Münchausen syndrome byproxy - injury is deliberately and gradually inflicted upon anotherperson usually for gaining attention or some other benefit.Münchausenby proxy is a form of child abuse.The caregiver is usually a parent,guardian, or spouse, and the victim is usually a child or vulnerableadult. (Source - Wikipedia)