If You Missed The Part 34, Read It Here
I carried Ebere into one of the wards and placed her on the bed.She had no pulse when i touched her neck so i resumed a Cardiopulmunary Resuscitation (CPR) on her. It took a few minutes before she puffed out air and meant to sit up but i placed her back to the bed inorder to enhance blood circulation.
“Eby please relax”, I said to her.
She had now resumed crying and I sat beside her and held her hands softly.
“I was supposed to cook him his favourite this night”, she wailed.And I felt my heart constrict with sadness.
What a tragedy.How could papa Ebere pass away just like that? Honestly I understood how Ebere felt from the experience I had when I lost my mum.I passed her my handkerchief to wipe her eyes and she sat up and fell into my arms.I cuddled her dearly, stroking her dark hair as her shoulders shook while she sobbed.And she held tightly to me, pressing her soft bossom to me (though unconsciously).At that moment I was overwhelmed by emotions.They weren’t sexual emotions though.I just felt sheer pity for the aggrieved lady.She was still cuddled up to me sobbing when we heard a loud wail at the corridor.
“That’s mama” she rasped.
And she gently came down from the bed and we walked to the corridor to find mama rolling on the floor with a piece of her wrapper still on (the other piece was off) as two other women (whom I recognized as friends) tried to comfort her.Ebere went straight to her travailed mum, pulling her up from the ground.
The corpse was finally rolled out for the family members to have a look.That was when I decided to excuse myself from the family I once lived with.If I can remember vividly, that day was a very sad and gloomy day in my life.For the first time in a long while I lost the appetite or urge for anything sexual.Even when nurse Becky tried to warm up to me, I just turned her down and headed straight to the Doctors’ common room.One of my knuckle headed colleague Dr.Ephraim came to sit wig me telling me about his excapades with a girl he met over the weekend, but I didn’t flow with his chatterings.Seeing I was not in the mood for his chit chat, he excused himself.
The truth was we doctors were trained to adapt to situations of loss like this, but I didn’t know why that particular incident made me so sober.Good to know my profession hadn’t robbed me of my soberiety in moments like this.Good to know I was still human afterall.Atleast within that lewd mind of a man lies an atom of empathy, and even sympathy.Thoughts were still wallowing in my mind when my phone rang…It was Ebere.
She told me she had been looking around for me and wished to see me before going.
“Meet me at the doctors’ common room”, I told her.
“Hope it’s not out of bounds?”
“You’re a nurse and dressed in your pinafor.So no one will stop you.”
“Or you can tell anyone to lead you there….that i sent for you.”
We ended the call.It didn’t take time for her to come to the common room.She had found her way by herself.I knew she was always smart.
Ebere’s face was looking all gloomy and downcast and she was barely audible when she spoke to me as her voice came hoarse due to excessive cries and sobs.Once more I held her close to me as we sat and tried to comfort her, with her head on my right shoulder.
“What about mama?” I asked
“She’s left with her friends?” (her head was still on my shoulder)
“Guess they’ve gone home?” I asked
“No….One of her friends said mama should spend the rest of the day in her house”
“That’s okay” i replied.
“But I can’t stay at home alone”, she complained.
“Then where are you gonna stay?” I asked.
“Honestly I don’t know….i’m scared” (sniffs and sobs)
We stayed in that manner for a while, with her cuddling up to me then she lifted her head off my shoulder and said:
“Can I spend the night in your place?”
I was caught agape not knowing what to reply as I looked into those dimmed pleading eyes of hers.
“Please I beg you”, she pleaded.
And that was it.I had lost all the guts to decline.How do I say NO?
To Be Continued…