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Dauda: Chapter 2 [Love And Other Drugs] by ThatLionKing(m): 10:33am On Jun 01, 2020
Tayo Alfred gave a broad smile.

“Bye bye, my dear. Make sure say you chop oh” one of Omotayo’s favourite voices greeted back as she took her medications across the pharmacy counter. The voice had come into her life out of curative necessity; he was the hospital’s chief pharmacist. It was husky and soaked in an Anambra-bred Igbo accent, but for Tayo, Baba Ibo’s voice had become the sound of fatherly love.

She never managed to shake off the fact that this man deferred his retirement by a year, just to buy himself a little more time to continue bullying her to comply with her doctor’s prescriptions. Even though he would never admit it.

That smile would vanish quickly though. The sight of several injured people being rushed into the hospital sucked out the cool, hopeful air in the reception. The hospital’s stretchers wouldn’t be enough to carry the battalion of injured victims to the hospital’s Emergency Ward. Those less-critically wounded were rolled into treatment rooms on wheelchairs.

A group of sport athletes and a gorgeous middle-aged man carried most of the victims to the stretchers and wheelchairs. The middle-aged man even carried one victim directly to a treatment room to augment the hospital’s strained facilities. Nurses seemed to fly in and out of every corner. Doctors swarmed out of their offices. About four of them.

Tayo looked on, knowing she couldn’t possibly be one of the Messiahs on this rescue mission. All that blood. All that horror. All that running and gasping. Not for her. Not for her heart. If at all her heart needed any adventures, a gym treadmill and her job were enough, she thought.

Besides, one can only do so much with a borrowed heart.
Okay, maybe not ‘borrowed’; the heart was hers now. It had even made itself at home in her within the two years it had lived in her chest, but anxiety won’t let her trust and just breathe. She’d stick with the gym. It was how come she looked twenty-eight even though she was already approaching her thirty eighth birthday, anyways.

Groans of hurting patients rasped through the reception. Patient-carrying stretchers screech-wheeled past the tilled reception floor, destined for the Emergency Ward lobby. Doctors and nurses spoke in Medical Jargon. Treatment room doors squeaked open and shut. But somehow, the quixotic sight of the man that blurted “Road accident. Their brake failed… Is he still breathing?” stood out to her.

It was the man who led the group of athletes that carried the victims to stretchers and wheelchairs. It was Dauda.

A female doctor came over to thank him for rushing the victims down to the hospital. “Only God knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t so kind,” she said. “Please send our regards to your players.” “They’ll hear. All the best with the patients” Dauda managed, his face pale with fatigue.
“Thank you. Would you mind waiting here at the reception for a few minutes?” The doctor continued. “I have a few questions for you, but my patients really need me at the moment.”

Dauda watched as Effiong approached from afar with a ragamuffin trudge and a smile that looked like a pinch of awe. “Like how many minutes?” He replied, scanning the reception for a comfy chair to snug in.
“Thirty minutes?”
A whole thirty minutes! He thought. “Sure. I’ll be here,” he responded nonetheless.

It just wasn’t his style to refuse a lady. And that was why he didn’t refuse Tayo either, when she requested that he adjust to make room for her on the bench. They both knew she could have easily moved to the other bench. But Dauda had lived long enough to know that trying to out-drama-queen a woman was an extreme sport.

So, Tayo sat there, curious as to what caused the accident, and quite frankly, how fascinating the man beside her might be.

Relief washed through Dauda’s soul. He had feared the worst when Affiong seemed to lose control of the wheels.

Eventually, the breaks and the wheels listened to Effiong and the accident stopped with three vehicles in front of their bus. A motorist’s brakes failed while his car was in fair speed and collided with another car transporting a group of five friends entering the highway from the mall. A third motorist didn’t get a quick enough grip on his wheels and sped into the collided pair. It was later learnt that the third motorist had been texting on his smartphone leading up to the accident.

Goosebumps clasped Dauda’s skin as the scenes flashed through his mind. Thankfully, Effiong arrived just in time to bail him out of the horror.

“Oga, if we no commot now, we fit miss our flight oh,” he advised.

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