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PROLOGUE

I never liked hospitals as a child. I still don't like it now as an adult, the smell, the nurses, sick people, it nauseated me. However in the past few years I'd become a frequent visitor, today was different though. I wasn't here for myself, I was here for my husband. I walked slowly up the stairs thinking that I don't even want to be here. How do wives act when they hear that their husbands was in the hospital because he'd been involved in a fatal car accident ?
Was I expected to cry, roll around in the dirt? I don't know, and I don't want to know. I'm not here to look after him, console or comfort him. I'm here because I want to see how battered he looks, how vulnerable he looks. It's something I've never seen. I want to see his weakness, I want to see if he'll shed tears, most importantly I want to know if he'll survive.
When I heard he'd been involved in a car accident, I'd gone on my knees and prayed to God. I'd begged God to end his life but God hasn't looked in my direction in years so I doubt he'd heard me. I reached the private ward the nurse had directed me to, took a deep breath before entering the room.
He was all bandaged up on the bed, my strong formidable husband looked like a rag doll. I laughed and smiled at the image I'll forever cherish. I ran my hand through his wounds and squeezed. He must have felt pain because he jolted up and looked at me. I jumped backwards and waited for him to scold me or look at me in anger. He didn't, maybe he was too weak for that. I said nothing, only watched and cursed his creator silently for not killing him.
"Who are you?" he breathed out. I frowned at his question, I must have heard wrong.
"Where am I?" he asked. I studied him silently, could the accident have rendered him amnesiac?
"You don't know me?" I asked, he shook his head.
"Good, I don't know you either. I've never met you and I was never here" I said.
He looked confused for a moment before speaking.
"Tell me something" he said. I eyed him hatefully
"You're a terrible person, I hope you die and rot in hell" I said before walking away.
Far away from the hospital, Far away from my husband, Far away from matrimony, Far away from Abuja.
And I'm never returning.

wow.....can someone get me a bottle of Gulder .....nd a plate of pepper soup...... dis is gonna be fun.....

[b][/b] i av to open a nairaland account because of this story.... where on earth � did u pull it out
I must confess, u r xtra ordinarily Good..... more ink to ur pen...... I respect u sir...... Hope u mention me in ur next writing..... � � �