When You Love Someone

Chapter 1❤️

Nneoma's POV

The party was going on just fine
We were about to begin with the final agenda on the program. Dance Dance Dance!!! It was such a resounding success. And I couldn't have done it without Bamidele's help. The money collected will go to helping the student body association's projects massively. I was on my way to the suite with the money basket when I saw Cynthia making out in a corner with one of her classmates . It was really none of my business so I moved ahead. What caught my attention was her sneer,
" snr. Good Evening ma. How are you ma?? You forget your boo in the other room. " she slurred obviously drunk. I knew she was talking of Bamidele. I wasn't going to indulge her. I kept on moving. She turned to her partner and murmured another insult. I kept my head high and kept walking. They weren't going to get to me.

Why was life so unfair ? When was it a crime to fall in love? I don't blame her though . I blame myself for trusting and believing in the good of others Even though the truth was clear in front of me.
These depressing thoughts overcame me. Before I could pull myself out of my reverie I had a panic attack . I tried to calm myself but it didn't work. I hurried to the edge if the pool trying to get as far away as possible from the others. The last thing I needed was to cause a scene . I found it hard to breathe. I searched my clutch frantically for my spray . I found it and took a few drags but it didn't work . I hurried searched for my shot. I was too weak to properly mix the drugs. The dials fell off my hands. I lost consciousness. I saw someone hurrying to my side calling out for help. Thank God for him . He administered the shot but I was too weak to regain my consciousness. Probably saved my life . I love the darkness though. It's peaceful and calm. Two things I couldn't boast of having for the past six months.

I woke up in a hospital. He was the first one I saw. His tie was gone with his suit. He looked disheveled. I immediately regretted making him worry. We held each other's gaze for a while. Then I spoke up,

"Hey," I called reaching out for his hand " I'm ok. You don't have to look at me with so much pity. I'm not going to die or something " I almost laughed at my lie. This was so sick.

"Tell that to the oxygen mask on your face", he was mad, and rightly so. "How could have hidden such a big secret from me Nne?" He asked me. His voice breaking. I knew it was only a matter of time before we both cried.

"I'm ok"

"Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?"

"It's nothing serious. Trust me"

"I don't think I can Nneoma. Most especially when you kept such a big secret from me"

"But I'm ok "

"Tell that to the cancer dammit!!", he yelled. "Tell that to the cancer that's been eating you up for months and you couldn't find it in you to confide in me."

"I'm sorry." I cried " it's been a busy semester for you and I . I didn't want you to worry Bambam. I'm so sorry. I tried to handle it. I-i-i just couldn't bring myself to tell you" I cried some more.

"Nneoma this is cancer not ordinary malaria. Did you ever stop to think what would have happened to you if we weren't there for you? I thought we promised to share our burdens? Or was it just you shouldering your problems and everyone else's alone each time?"

"I'm sorry Bamidele. I thought I had it under control. I'm sorry." I cried reaching out for his hand. He withdrew

" I'm going to check with the doctors. I'll also check to see if your parents are here already"

He walked out leaving me to wallow in my self pity. But I wasn't going to . I was going to be strong. I saw the crowd outside when he opened the door. I must have given them a scare. I didn't mean to. On the contrary I didn't want to make them worry or treat me like an invalid. I WAS OK. And nothing could change my mind. The nurses cane in with my mom who wore a stoned expression. I figured she'd cried on her way here and was trying not to panic . I saw no sign of my dad . He was prob trying to put himself together.

"Hey baby", nurse Lucy greeted with a sad smile. "I see you followed our drill." She said while going through her folder and not making eye contact with me.

"Yes ma'am"

"So I have news", she announced " I'm sorry but Nneoma needs immediate surgery "

"Why" Bamidele and my mom asked in unison.

"Her body parts are failing. With the surgery we can buy her more time while looking at other treatment options. Otherwise her days are numbered" my mom burst into tears at the sound of that news.

"F*ck",  Bamidele hissed holding the bridge of his nose. Something he does when he's stressed or tensed. And in this case I'm sure he's going through both emotions .