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Slap1 am grateful wit d smal update..may my God heal u..ijn..av a quick recovery..ijn

Amen. Getting better, but I'll be on drip shortly. Thanks.

I tapped Temi's back, she looked up. "What happened?" I mouthed inaudibly. She was quiet for a while. Then she sniffed, wiped her tears a bit and answered, "Bayo is in the hospital. There was some kind of trouble after the voting and someone stabbed him. "

"Jesus!" I quickly rushed to the wardrobe and threw on a shirt on the jean trousers I wore. "Do you know the hospital?" I asked, buttoning the shirt. "Let's go," I snapped, taking my wallet from the reading table.

Chioma rose from the mattress, still sobbing. "Nne stop crying, OK? Nothing will happen to him." She nodded faintly. I held the door open and we got out.


The streets were deserted. It was typical of a post-riot scene in Nigeria. People crawled into their houses to avoid illegal arrests. Understandably, there were no taxis or okadas . I walked briskly, ignoring the ladies behind as they tried to catch up.

I saw a police car coming from the opposite direction. I quietly prayed there won't be problems. My NYSC ID card was in my wallet, I thought, just incase...

Expectedly, the police car flashed its headlights twice and the officer in the front seat waved us to stop.

"Yes? Where una dey go?"
"Good evening officers, " I greeted. Chioma and Temi had now caught up with me but maintained a wary distant. The Nigerian police are unpredictable.

"Where una dey go?" he repeated, ignoring my greetings.

"Erm...a colleague of ours was injured in the riot and we're on our way to the hospital to see him."

"Who are you? Which colleague?"

"We're corp members, sir."
"OK. Be careful," he said and the car moved on.

**

The hospital was rowdy. Shocked, fearful faces stood and sobbed and conversed in hushed tones, surly nurses went about with trays of drugs, clearly annoyed that we all should connive to disturb their peace.

After ten minutes of guarded questions, we were directed to Bayo's ward. It was a large room with about ten beds or so, all occupied. Three nurses were moving around the patients, administering treatments and whispering things.


We saw Bayo. His head was heavily bandaged, quite like his leg and hand. He suddenly looked pale, his eyes sank deeper. Chioma and Temi moved closer to me and held my hands out of fear. Here was our lively Bayo, now a sickly heap of bandages. They resumed sobbing. I pressed their hands firmly to stop them from sobbing.


I sat beside Bayo. He looked entirely different. A nurse came around. We exchanged greetings.

"Do you know him?"
"Yes. He's our friend."
"Alright. His case is really bad. He's lost a lot of blood and should need a transfusion as soon as possible."
"How much should that cost?"
"We'll need thirty thousand naira for now."
"Can't we deposit like half of that?"
She smiled. "No. Thirty thousand naira and we begin treatment." She walked away, adding, "The earlier, the better."

Divepen:
okay...It's my fault... So I will be forced to rate your work

OK. I was merely pointing out something, not rooting to be rated. Thanks, all the same.

Divepen:
Welcome
You are in group1
Slap1, though we are in the same group, you did not meet the timeframe

I'm sure you initially wrote 12: pm as the deadline which made relax and do other things. I didn't know when you edited it. I definitely saw 12: pm.

HumbledbYGrace:

Still waiting for you here : https://www.nairaland.com/2126582/dont-cry-me-short-story

Thankfully, I was sitting on the mattress when I received the call. My face contorted with a mixture of pure anger and outright shock. I refused to believe I'd heard right. I summoned the call register on my phone to be sure I wasn't dreaming; I wasn't.

Mechanically, I got up. The time was 8:30pm and the kids were asleep. I took my phone and car keys and headed out into the cold, rainy night. I shouldn't have left the kids alone, I thought, but I figured I'd be back soon.

Five minutes later, I parked near the gate of a building, allowing the car to steam; my eyes trained on the entrance of the building.

After ten minutes, they walked out; my husband and his mistress. I gripped the steering tighter. They stopped near his car and kissed passionately; I died a thousand times...

Hmm. Good.