Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10
No sooner had they arrived at the hospital than the nurses raced out of the hospital, pushing a stretcher hurriedly towards them. The private hospital was the biggest Bola had ever had the misfortune of entering, the good thing though was that the hospital was also the most equipped she had ever entered.
As Bola and George raced after the stretcher carrying Tim into the hospital with Mrs Pascal and Nurse Abigail though, the structure of the hospital was the last thing on their minds. All they could think of was Tim; Tim and only Tim. Bola and George couldnât erase the memory of the pained lifeless look of their first son as the jeep sped down to Wickins Hospital. It was a picture stamped in place in their memories.
In no time at all, they stretcher was wheeled into the hospital and unlike the general hospital they just left, everyone was up and doing, their concerns and compassion was clearly written on their faces. Bola and George raced at either sides of the stretcher, eyes completely fixed on Tim.
âDonât leave me my sonâŠâ Bola cried with tears on her cheeks. âDonât leave your mummy⊠Please Timâ her throat was squeezed tight as she swallowed heavily.
A nurse pulled Bola back gently, sending George a subtle warning with her eyes. âPlease stay back, you canât go in with us. Your son would be fineâ she smiled affectionately as the other nurses pushed the bed further into the ICU.
âNo! I want to be with my sonâ Bola snapped. âI am his motherâ
George moved around and pulled Bola into his arms forcefully. âCome on, honeyâ
The nurse smiled gratefully at George and rushed after her fellow nurses. A rushed movement made them turn to see a female doctor as she hung her stethoscope hurriedly around her neck. As she neared, Bola knew without a doubt that she was going to attend to Timothy. Bola left Georgeâs arms and intercepted the doctor immediately. âPlease save my son. Do all you can, please doctorâ she pleaded.
The doctor hurried past her without as much as a word. Bola buried her head in Georgeâs chest as she wept. She needed the burden on her shoulders to be lightened. It was weighing her down. She couldnât be crushed now, she had to be strong; she had to be strong for everyone.
George felt Bolaâs heartbeat beating in fast succession agaibst his chest and his heart tightened painfully. He closed his eyes briefly. âTim would be fine, Bolaâ he whispered.
Bola couldnât count the number of times she had heard this but weirdly, she believed him. Bola looked up at him, her eyes teary and fearful. George ran his thumb down the line of tear on her cheek. His face was a conflict of emotions; it was then that Bola realised that she was being selfish. George was probably going through more than she was, currently. What she couldnât understand was where God was in their lives. Why was God allowing them to experience something much misfortunes? She hadnât heard from Loveth and her siblings for several days and she had no idea what was happening to them. They were stuck with Timâs health but now they had to face something different; they had to pay up three hundred thousand Naira within a week. Where on earth were they supposed to get that?
Something occurred to her and she pulled slightly away from George, wiping her eyes.
âGeorgeâ she frowned up at her husband. âWhat was Doctor Felix talking about earlier?â George seemed to freeze. Bola glared at him. âYou canât be keeping things from me, Georgeâ
George swallowed. âIt is not important, Bolaâ
Bola squared her shoulders. âIt was important enough if it stopped the doctor from attending to Timâ George hesitated. âGeorgeâ
George took a deep breath. âHe said we should⊠forget about Timâ
Bola froze. âWhat⊠what does that mean?â her eyes widened fearfully. âHe canât meanâŠâŠâ she shook her head. âSurely notâ her voice came out clipped.
George grabbed Bola by the shoulder. âForget it, Bola. We only accept Godâs reportâ he said forcefully. âAll would be well, Bolaâ
Bola looked unconvinced. Her eyes had a vacant effect as she blinked away the tears blurring her vision. âGeorgeâ she mouthed, long fearful. âIs God still with us?â
âStop it, Bola. We are here, remember? In an hospital that we definitely cannot afford because God brought a help just in time. God hasnât left usâ
âBut why are we facing all these? Problems seem to increase instead of decrease. I am tired George⊠I am so⊠Iâm so tiredâ she wiped the lone tear that trekked down her cheek.
George pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly. He kissed the top of her head continuously and held her closely to himself. The scent of her made things seem a little better. He blinked, looking down at Bolaâs chest on his head. He took a deep breath. âMaybe we should let him goâ
Bola bolted out of Georgeâs hands like he had suddenly caught fire. âLet what go, George?â she looked at her husband incredulously.
George swallowed. âTimâs suffering is too much, Bola. I know he is holding on for us, he is still alive because we refused to let him go; maybe it is better to release him⊠maybe-â
âWhat are you talking about?â Bolaâs voice rose with each word. âI am not releasing him! My son is not going anywhere, you hear me?â she yelled at George. She looked around, not seeing anything as Georgeâs words echoed in her head. âTimothy is my son and I would not bury my own son, do you hear me? Weâve come a long way, donât lose hope on me now, Georgeâ her voice shook. âPlease donâtâ
George took a deep breath. âIâm sorryâ the most painful thing ever was watching someone you love suffer and being unable to do anything about it. Watching Tim suffer, watching his family go through the turmoil of saving Timothy was killing him faster than the disease was killing Timothy. He couldnât bear to see Tim go through anymore pain.
Bola walked back to George and put her hands agaibst his cheek. She could see his struggle, his pain and his fears clearly displayed on his face. He was good at hiding it sometimes but other times â times like this one â it was as clear as day.
âWeâll get through this, darling. Weâll get through this, but we have to stay strong. We are not giving up just yet, okay?â
George nodded and pulled Bola into his arms.
They waited. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned into hours. They sat, they paced, they talked with Mrs Pascal, thanking her profusely for her help and explaining Timothyâs situation to her in details, all in the bid to stay sane as they waited for the doctor.
Immediately George sighted the female doctor, he rushed towards her, followed closely by Bola, Mrs Pascal and Nurse Abigail.
George caught sight of the tag on the doctorâs chest almost absently. âDoctor Kemi, how is he? How is Tim?â
âPlease tell me my son is okay, doctorâ Bola pleaded.
Doctor Kemi smiled gently. âYou donât have to worry, your boy is out of the woods now.â she paused as everyone heaved sighs of relief. âBut he would remain in the intensive care unit for some time, I guess you already have his diagnosisâ
George and Bola nodded grimly. âWith Chemotherapy, Iâm positive that he would scale through this, all I want is that you donât create any negative energy around him. Make sure he is constantly happy, remind him of happy times; this would help him slot and of course, pray. This would help him more than you can imagine.â
Bola sagged against George. âCan we see him?â
âYes, I want to see Tim, pleaseâ she wouldnât rest until she saw that her son breathing right before her eyes.
âYou would see Tim, but in a few minutesâ Bola noticed that the doctor had caught Timâs name. She liked the woman already. Thereâs light after all. âHe needs a few minutes to restâ Doctor Kemi said with a soft smile. She turned her eyes to Mrs Pascal and smiled. âGood to see you again, Tejuâ
âAnd you too, Kemi. Letâs talk in your office.â The doctor nodded then glanced at the couple before her. She squeezed Bolaâs hand and smiled at George.
âYour son would be fineâ she whispered with a smile then walked away with Mrs Pascal.
George left Bola for a while to fill some paperwork. Nurse Abigail stepped forward. âI should be leaving nowâ
Bola blinked back tears. She had almost forgotten that Nurse Abigail was with them. How could she forget such a sweet person. Completely stunning Abigail, Bola hugged her. It was the only thing Bola could think of. She had no money, nothing to reward Abigail with, Bola only hoped her thanks and prayers were enough. âI canât thank you enough, Abigail. God knows I canât thank you enough for all you did for my sonâ
Abigail blinked. For a second, she almost seemed tongue-tied. âI know what youâre going throughâ she blinked, looking down briefly. âmy daughter, sheâŠâ Abigail shook her head. âIt was the least I could doâ
Bola blinked. She had been so blinded by her own pain, she had forgotten that some people must have experienced exactly what she was experiencing. âIâm so sorryâ
Abigail smiled softly. âItâs been two yearsâ
âMay God reward you, wipe your tears and make you smile again, Abigail. I donât have money to give you, but God who sees my heart would repay all your good deeds.â
âAmenâ Abigail muttered. âTake care of himâ
Bola watched Abigail leave with a heavy heart, full of gratitude. The general hospital wasnât all bad after all.
Bola and George sat on either sides of the bed, watching Timothy as his eyes slowly opened up. Bolaâs mouth shook as she summoned her brightest smile. D–n, she shouldnât be crying at a time like this.
âTim, sweetieâ she managed as she bent and kissed Timâs forehead.
âHow are you, son?â George asked with a soothing smile on his face.
Tim looked around briefly. âThe room is differentâ
Bola smiled. âYes, honey, we are in another hospital, a very big hospitalâ
Instead of Tim looking happy, he looked really sad as he stared from George to Bola with tears in his eyes. âThank you daddy, thank you mummy⊠thank you for taking care of meâ his voice was weak as he smiled shakily. âI never wanted you to go through thisâ
Bola smiled tightly. âCâmon, donât say that, Tim. You didnât do anything, Iâve told you to stop saying thatâ she warned subtly.
George cut in and he stood. âI want you to meet someone, Timâ
George rushed out of the room and came back in with Mrs Pascal. âTim, this is Mrs Pascalâ George introduced with a smile. âShe bought these for youâ George raised a big bag of provisions for Tim to see. âShe also brought us to this hospital and paid the billsâ
âSay thank you to her, Timâ Bola urged.
âOh câmonâ Mrs Pascal muttered as she rolled her eyes before smiling down at Tim. âYou are such a strong lad, Tim, your mummy has told me so much about you. How do you feel now?â
Tim smiled. âMuch better, maâamâ he said. âThank you so much, maâ his eyes grew slightly intense. âMay God reward you in multiple foldsâ
Mrs Pascal looked taken aback. She hadnât expected such words from a thirteen years old boy. Simple as the prayer sounded, something about those words seemed surreal. Tim didnât say much after that before he fell asleep but even as Mrs Pascal left the hospital, Timâs words echoed after her.
Teju Pascal sat in her office two days after her encounter with Tim. She owned one of the largest malls in the state, thanks to her entrepreneural skills and the influence of her husband who was a politician. Thoughts of Tim remained constant in her mind just as his words replayed in her mind. Teju sighed and stood. Maybe it would be better to visit the family again. Something about Tim drew her in ways she couldnât explain.
As she stood to leave, she felt a strange unease. âBeware⊠Bewareâ a gentle voice repeated. Something wasnât right. The warning came again and her unease increased. She stood and moved towards the window. Just then, a knock startled her and she stared at the door with fright. The warning came the third time and she swallowed. Why didnât her secretary tell her she had guests. Something was wrong. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her seat and sat pensively. She put her small phone inside her dress and put her hands on the table.
âCome inâ she muttered.
The door opened and two men walked in, dressed in black. Their appearance wasnât half as unnerving as their unsmiling faces. They closed the door firmly behind them. Teju took a deep breath and tried to smile. âYes? Please have your seat, gentlemenâ she said.
The two men sat, unsmiling.
âHow may I help you?â
The two men exchanged looks, then one of them spoke up. âWeâre looking for Mrs Teju Pascalâ
Teju smiled shakily. âSheâs not inâ
The taller of the two men frowned. âBut you look like herâ
Teju chuckled freely. âI get that a lot. Actually, we are sisters, so, we look alikeâ
âI see, so where is she?â
Teju blinked, thinking fast. âShe had to attend a business meeting with a client so she asked me to fill in for herâ she lied. âShe should be here in an hour. If you want, I can attend to you or you can wait for herâ
The two men shared a look then the first guy put a small scary smile on his face. âWeâll waitâ
Teju smiled shakily. âGood. Refreshments?â Before they could answer, Teju stood up, walked to the small office fridge and pulled out a pack of juice with two glasses. Her heart raced as she moved closer to the guys, serving them. As she filled the second cup, her eyes caught sight of the hilt of a gun poking out of the taller guyâs trouser. Her heart nearly stopped right there. Her legs shook as she walked back to the fridge. I donât want to die, God, not today!.
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