ORANGE LIFE. (Book 1.)

13. MeetCute at Our age?

Victoria's POV:

The rising sun was what woke me up. The rays and the heat they brought, its brightness and the burning on my eyelids, they woke.
It was a new day today and the early morning fever was everywhere, you could see it, it was in the air like a virus infecting everyone. I liked it.

What day was this again? Friday or Saturday?
I never noticed that people almost always had early morning fever. The fever that meant trying to get everything thing done before night falls.
It was exhilarating still, noticing things that you'd never notice on a normal day.
Back at my Aunty's mansion, everyday felt the same and nobody cared about what happened until it's time to sleep.
Nurses were passing my windows, briskly and smartly. Doctors too, there Stethoscope signifying the difference but I'm smarter, I don't judge them with the stethoscope thing tho.
Patients too passes by, in and out of the Ward, some to the pharmaceutical store, others to the laboratory and others to the gates. Cars drove in, bikes Came in too, it was a bustle of some sort but it excited me.

Apart from school and probably the supermarket, I never really saw a lot of people experience the day differently. I might be having a soft morning while someone else was having a bad one, another having an exciting one, another person having a melancholic one. Different peoples, different events of the day, same day, same place and same times too.

The French doctor came in, the Nurse with a big mole on her nose in Tow.
"Good morning, Miss Victoria. How're you this morning?" He asked, his eyes on the drip and was already changing the sachet.
"I'm having a soft morning. The sun is very beautiful today. Not too hot  and not too cold too, I like it." I told him glancing back at the window, a woman was running while trying to call someone I couldn't see. "Hei's!! Si si si! Wobi!" She yelled very desperate to get the Person's attention. Her voluptuous buxom made it hard to see that run was a lot of work for her.

"That's good to here. Would you like to seat on a wheelchair and experience it the way other people are?" He asked adjusting the glass on his small pencil nose.
I shrugged. Quite surprised at the suggestion.
"Is that even possible?"
"Of course Miss." he answered flashing me a smile. His smile looked English like, but of course he wasn't English he was French.
"But I want some sort of silence. I can't stand talking to anyone except it wasn't important. Is that too much to ask?" I was absent minded, the reason was I felt the contents of my drip inside my bloodstream, inside my system. The calmness filled me.
"We have a park for sick patients but we have a lot of people there at the moment and there's also the rooftop, which is more convenient?"

Some minutes later, the Nurse with the big mole wheeled me to the rooftop. "Ma'am. Whenever you're ready to go back to your room, endeavor to call me." She informed me and I nodded taking note of my surroundings.
I loved the view.  I could see the rocky hills on each side, the rocky city of Akure.
It felt good to have all this views to myself.
It was serene. Lovely to say the least.
The breeze was a slight rustle but you could feel it.
Harmattan was fast approaching and I could smell it in the air. I love Harmattan season and that's why I know it's smell.

It was good to be far away from my Antiseptic smelling hospital room and Aunty Yemi's figure trying to convey something with her body language.
Also, to be far away from Wayne high school and it's irrational students and even from my stupid cousins and their stupid attitudes.
For a while, I am by myself. It's something that I have been craving for a longtime.
To be away from my bossy mother and her loving husband. To be away from some annoying conversations and facades.
Why would I be pretending to be who I never was?
Why would I be pretending to be interested in a conversation that I detested?
There's was absolutely no good reason to do any but my family always did all this.
I was sick and tired of the whole exercise.
They called it lifestyle...the rich people's lifestyle but I call it madness because that was exactly what it was.
Living amongst raving mad people was a painful life.