The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)

Chapter 34: Snack Time!

Khovrino Hospital, Moscow

"Good afternoon Mr...?" Ebun asked with a smile after being able to finally pause her seemingly endless laughing session. Obviously, she knew the bastard's name, but oh well, Ebun was a doctor who loved to follow protocols.

"Gilbert," The rapist confirmed his name, groaning as he clutched his right cheek. He moved hither and thither on the seat in the waiting room. The excruciating pain from his ailing tooth made him restless. Tiny droplets of blood were beginning to drip down from the affected area.

It was still hard for Ebun to believe that she'd found one of her rapists in a country like this. The incidence had taken place in Nigeria, so what was her rapist doing in Russia? Even though Sean had assured her that her coming to Russia would pay off, it was still hard to accept this coincidence even now, that it seemed to be paying off finally.

But then she remembered that her sister, Yemisi, had told her that she had found one of her rapists in Germany. If one of her rapists had been in Germany, then perhaps the occurrence of finding another in Russia wasn't wholly unreasonable. She'd probably get a convincing answer to her question later on.

For now, one of her rapists was here, right beneath her claws — and that was all that mattered.

"You have a tooth problem, right?" Ebun asked with mirth and sarcasm properly injected into her question as she observed him. Then she went to answer the question before he could. "Well, obviously you do. That's why you came here – to Khovrino Hospital. Welcome, Mr. Gilbert!" Ebun said with heightened euphoria and then roared into another session of cackling.

"Excuse me, madam," Gilbert blinked in disbelief and adjusted his posture on the seat. "What's so funny here? I have a terrible toothache, and I walk into the hospital with the expectation of getting immediate treatment, and you are laughing? Tell me what's so funny!"

By the time he repeated the question, Gilbert got on his feet and began to grab Ebun by her shoulders, digging his fingernails deeply into her skin. Then he began to shake her vigorously. As he continuously asked the question with rage, Ebun didn't cease laughing.

Then she stopped laughing and silenced the yelling man with a straightforward question.

"Mr. Gilbert, do you remember me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? What? What are you talking about?" Gilbert released his grip on her shoulder and paused for a few moments to look deeply into her eyes, to see if the brownness of her orbs reminded him of someone he knew. But after staring for a while,  his confusion heightened. He couldn't recognize her.

"Oh, my apologies! I forgot to take off my nose mask," Ebun joined her hands together in a mock demonstration of an apology. Then she pulled the nose mask to sit below her chin, revealing a full view of her face.

"Do you remember this face now?" Ebun squinted her eyes as her grin broadened.

"N-no, doctor, I have never seen you before," Gilbert insisted after having a second look, but his defiance didn't match the hesitation that reflected in his body language. He'd stuttered and had even taken a step backward — as though he'd realized something — a clue but was choosing to deny it by all means.

Ebun noticed the progression in his body language and rolled her eyes. She didn't have this sort of patience to take him down memory lane. What was with rapist bastards and sudden memory loss?

"This scar," Ebun tried again as she trailed her finger through the mark on her lower lip down to her chin. "Doesn't it remind you of one bright afternoon thirteen years ago? One afternoon where you had the time of your life with a certain little girl of twelve years old with a group of about five other men?"