The Rose Field Hospital (2)

"Well. She hadn't eaten for weeks. I can't remember exactly how long. " I said to him. I already knew what he was trying to do. He'd ask me a couple of questions to use it to decipher what was going on with the unconscious girl.

Nurse Victoria was already by his side working as calculated and professional as he was. She was handing him an automated sphygmomanometer. And he collected it and in one swift movement was already wrapping the inflatable cuff around her arm to check her blood pressure.

They were coordinated working in one fluid motion, which made me look at them with so much awe. I could see why the healthcare professionals were deeply respected. They were such cool beings. I answered a couple of questions as they checked her other vital signs. When they saw the sores all over the girl's a certain wave of apprehension came over them. Well, it was properly hidden. I could only tell because of the easy access to their minds that I had.

From looking at the sores they were sure of what it was. They had seen it countless times before, especially as an effect of patients' long stay in the hospital but still, they had to be careful. You don't go ahead being entirely comfortable with any sore whether recognizable or not. These healthcare professionals had to be careful or else their lives would be on the line. It could be a new pandemic source waiting to happen. In healthcare as much as people want to believe that these healthcare professionals have everything figured out, that's not the case. They're just chasing after bits and bits of information and are practically at the mercy of nature and whatever life decides to throw on humans.

So, I wouldn't blame them for being apprehensive. Chimsy wasn't entirely a sight for sore eyes. She was rather the creation of sore eyes. Looking at her pitiful state made my eyes tear up in absolute disgust.

"Is she your wife?" the doctor asked

Well, that was a well-deserved question. I mean, I was spotting the body of a man a few years older than Chimsy so it was the next thing to think that our relationship was that of a husband-wife relationship. But then what kind of husband will leave their wife to rot?

That exactly was what these two health professionals were thinking.

If I were to be honest I would tell them that I was simply a stranger, a being from a place outside the tangible realm, whose origin is entirely unknown to me. But that would be too big for their mundane brains. It would simply fly over their heads and they would simply just assign craziness to me. That was the human way of dealing with things they couldn't fathom.

"I'm her friend. She had been out of reach for so long so I had to physically reach out to her. When I reached her I found her in such a terrible state. "

There... They breathed a breath of relief when I said that. There were still some hints of suspicions in their minds evident by the various questions raining into their minds.

They had already fixed a solution drip into her two wrists running electrolytes and liquids into her body. They were also shocked as to how long she went without food or water or even moving around. The act of not moving around in itself was dangerous as lack of motion triggered the formation of clots in the lower extremities. There were just so many things she could've died from but didn't.

She was turned around and made to lie in a prone position revealing her horrible back to the doctor. The clothes were carefully peeled off her back after screening her with a blue screen for privacy and just as the doctor attempted to remove dead tissue from the deepest of the pressure sores a loud shriek came from her direction

She was fully awake and her story was no longer paused. She felt every ounce of pain like the one coming from the deepest part of hell. The doctor just started the actual treatment but the pain coursing through her was tremendous.

She was on a potent analgesic but that wasn't enough to relieve the pain these pressure sores gave her.

She didn't only need treatment for her sores but also a dietary treatment to get her back to a well-nourished state. It was a surprise that her blood levels were okay and showed no signs of infection. This info was discovered when her lab tests returned a couple of hours later.

After that, I stepped out of the place to give the hardworking professionals space to do their work and to find something to eat. I didn't have any monetary means of doing that but somehow I knew it would be settled. In fact, I didn't even have to be bothered since I was heading toward someone who would settle that issue for me.

"Hello there," I said looking at a particular rarity, one that you shouldn't be able to find anywhere in Enugu.

It was a 188cm male with very soft brown hair, so soft that it fell gently around his face like caramel waves. One look at it would tell you that he's in the show business. His eyes are deep and dark, like the night sky, and his skin is as smooth but pale as though he was severely anemic. Yet somehow it looked glossy and full of life.

His lips were full and rosy, and when he smiled, his dimples appeared like little craters on the moon. His hands were slender and strong, and his fingers were long and agile, perfect for playing the guitar. His body was lean and toned, and he moved with a grace and agility that belied his strength.

I got carried away with the description but that's just how he is. And for some reason, among his kind he was mediocre.

He wasn't just anybody. He was a member of a K-pop band who was currently on a six-month hiatus for a mental break. It hasn't happened ever in the history of K-pop but that was what they needed and gladly their company wasn't as strict as many others.

' Dae-su Han, a.k.a Jinx from the K-pop group, X-plus. He lives with his grandma and his childhood best friend who is Nigerian..." I could say all these things to the pale-looking guy who dropped all his guard because his childhood best friend convinced him no one in Enugu knows him or even K-pop in general, which was a piece of wrong information from someone who although hails from Nigeria knows little to nothing about it.

He was sitting on a little slab on one of the long corridors linking the buildings together. This long corridor had a limitless amount of fresh air moving through it so it was ideal for relaxing.

Immediately he noticed I was referring to him a smile instinctively appeared on his face. The good old celebrity etiquette. For them, this was a way of life to avoid scandals and fan negative outbursts. But unlike so many other celebrities, this just came naturally for the dimpled-face pale guy.

"Hi there," He said. They were just two syllables but you could tell the mixture of his native language fighting to express itself. This made the way he spoke his English sweeter than the original speakers of the English language.

His smile gave way for the dimples that rested on the sides of his cheeks making his visage look even brighter than usual.

"What brought you here?" The question was unusual but I couldn't go ahead to beg him for money to buy food. That would sound strange and would make him think I'm some scammer loitering around. His friend who thinks he knows a lot about Nigeria but doesn't know anything, told him a lot about things to avoid even though so many of them were exaggerated and false.

He looked at me before he took a deep breath and started explaining what brought him. Of course, I already knew all the story.

His friend had a sickle cell crisis and was admitted to the hospital for days. This was supposed to be their vacation but the crisis cut the fun short.

And the pale-skinned guy was already dreading the many tours he'd have to go on when he was back from hiatus. But of course, he didn't tell me all that.

"My friend is a little bit sick," he said as his smile somehow managed to even widen more.

"You don't look like you're from around here"

"Yeah. I'm from South Korea" he said as he stared out into the space in front of him.

"Hey, what are you doing there? Having fun without me?" A formidable figure in a wheelchair glided towards us, his dark complexion and imposing stature cast a daunting shadow. Due to his bulkiness and the sheer size of his body and face, one could easily mistake him for a towering seven-foot titan instead of his actual 5-foot-five frame. Due to his body build he exuded an intimidating appearance when in reality he was as friendly as his friend Dae-su Han.