Chapter 10

I sat waiting patiently in the reception room. My heart constantly beating as I did not know what was going on there. From where I sat, I could see the closed doors of the emergency ward as the nurses kept flaunting coming inside and outside when the other left.

They spent about thirty minutes keeping me in the dark, with Megan's wails exploding, feeling the entire building.

I felt bad for her, but there was nothing I could do. Though I caused it.

Dr. Lewis finally came out from the ward, and I stood up to give him all the attention I could muster.

He had put on his white lab jacket to make it more professional, and he had some bloodstain on his jacket sleeves, as he was wiping his wet hands on a rag.

My eyes widened upon seeing that, and he followed the direction of my eyes too. He nodded his head like trying to tell me in Doctor's language that sorry.

My heart was racing when I questioned panic mounting up in me, though I tried my best to

suppress it in my physical appearance.

"Is Megan alright?"

I thundered pacing the small space of the reception hall.

"Besides the pains and the numerous stitches she has undergone, it will take her a long time before she can breathe the word fine like this,"

Dr. Lewis announced trying to calm my already rising anger. When I get angry, I am capable of passing cruel judgments and I do not care about it, no matter who gets involved. I suppressed my anger because I didn't want people to see the beast that was inside of me.

"Can I see her?" I asked my voice ragged.

"Yes, but she is being transferred to a more cleaner bed, where she can be more comfortable and it's airy too,"

Lewis mumbled nodding before sweeping the floor, then added;

"This was Nick,"

I trailed behind Lewis hoping he could increase his steps as I wished to see Megan so fast I thought she was air in which I needed to breathe.

We arrived in front of a ward that was scripted in bold ROOM 4B.

The ward was open, and the stench of drugs waffled my nostrils. I think this is the initial reason why I dislike hospitals this much. I cared less this time because it was the only lady I cherished most who was struck with such a situation and there was nothing I could do.

I swept the entire ward searching for Megan, and it wasn't difficult to lock my eyes with hers.

They were three beds, with two men who had also been involved in an accident, but it wasn't that serious.

I was annoyed that Lewis that mixed Megan with such rascals from the streets of Douala, as they were chained to the bed.

Their tattered clothes and dirty mud skin painted a rude image in my mind and all I wanted was to protect Megan.

"Excuse me, Lewis," I let out walking out of the hall.

"Any problem Nick?" he questioned as his contours were now furrowing.

"Yes, why did you put Megan in the same ward with scoundrels?" I inquired my voice becoming hoarse.

"Well, that's was the only bed available for patients with accidents, " he said trying to calm me down.

"You should have taken her to the V.I.P section then, it is me that is settling the bills," I muttered sulking in my breathe.

"This is a private hospital, and in Cameroon, I don't think I have a reserved place for other people, but since it's you, I will do something about it,"

Dr. Lewis added the last past thoughtfully.

About five minutes later, I entered the ward where Megan laid crying from pain.

A look at her tear-streaked face cause tears to stink my eyes too. She looked fragile as her chubby feature was now slim on the bed.

Her right leg, exactly below her knee had a white bandage wrapped around it.

'I guess that was the area that was being stitched.'

Megan was staring at nothing, and probably not at me. She was facing the little corrugated window that was slightly ajar, bringing air into the room.

The bed she laid on was rumpled, and di did not care, at least that wasn't my point of focus for now.

Thank God for Lewis who had thought it possible to put Megan in this room. It was like a normal room size for a teenage person.

I sat on the only chair that was in the room, blocking Megan's view.

For the first time in my entire life, I was scared to start a conversation with a lady. Not any kind of lady, an outspoken type of woman who made shivers run down my spine each time she opened her mouth to speak.

Megan continued ignoring me like I didn't exist, the tears pouring out from her eyes like a tap had been loose.

I mustered the right energy that I needed to start up a conversation, and I went in for it.

"Megan, I am sorry about what happened to you,"

I began, stopping to check if she was listening.

She didn't offer a word to me, so I went ahead to touch her hands in a feathery manner. That was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Megan exploded, spilling out her venom to meet my inner man.

"Don't you dare touch me, this your grimace has gone on for a long time and I must put an end to all this. Haven't I done a lot to avoid you already? What exactly do you want from me? If it were not you, I wouldn't have been with a slit knee, open like the mouth of a python. You caused this all, and I hate you. I do not care whether or not you are a respectable man in Douala, or Cameroon, if that's what all men of your caliber behave, then I am proud to let you know that I am ready to remain jobless, or still burn my certificates and join my fellow women in the market to sell tomatoes."

I couldn't believe all these were from Megan's guts. She was probably yelling now, and she pushed herself out of the bed, trying as much to leave the hall.

Megan managed two steps before collapsing. She fell with a force that was incomprehensible, with her face downward. Lucky for her, or rather me, that caught her with both arms.

I felt the chemistry that ignited beneath my touch, this was crazy as I blinked my eyes severally. I panicked when she didn't resist me or stand straight.

It was only her heavy ripples that made me to know that Megan had gone unconscious.

My heart pounded as I had a semi-dead woman in my arms.

I carried her effortlessly as she looked pale already.

"Lewis, Lewis help, Megan is dying," I screamed at the top of my voice hitting the door so as to raise an alarm.

Perspiration clouded my forehead as I unknot the tie which now felt like a burden to my neck, trying to usurp life from me.