Serendipity

Chapter 13: We Did Not Die

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What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print. Isadora Duncan

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The chronic smell of medications wafted across his nose, making him cover it instantly. He had never been a fan of hospitals, not since he watched his mother die in one. He was also certain that whatever he was about to see would have an everlasting imprint in his mind. If Derin was the woman he would love forever, then seeing her would be toture.

He slowed his steps as he got closer. Looking straight ahead, he saw the room with the number five. Letting out rapid breaths, he walked over there.

His hand touched the door knob tentatively.

You can do this.

He made to turn the knob, he froze again.

My Derin.

Shaking his head, he turned the knob quickly and braced himself for what he was about to see.

The room didn't have that chronic smell every other place had. It was adorned with flowers. And the painting was a light blue that the white bulb reflected on. This looked like a very special room.

Vip treatment for the governor's daughter.

His eyes finally landed on the bed. The sight he saw made his heart ache. His Derin was curled up at the edge of the bed. Her hands were wrapped around her leg. Her eyes stared at the wall infront of her, distinctly. She rocked herself slowly. Her forehead was swollen, barely noticeable but it was. Her hair was a mess. Its wool-like texture was scattered all around her face. He always liked her on her natural afro. Its fullness always brought out her beauty. The last time he saw her, she was on black long braids that swung just above her bum.

The blue hospital gown she wore was big and rumpled.

In very slow strides, he walked up to her. Her eyes never left the wall. Nonso stretched out his hand to touch her. She flinched, her eyes snapped to his.

Shaking her head vigorously, she moved further into the wall.

Her eyes were still on his, and before him her eyes flashed different signals.

Fear, mistrust.

But above all, fear. Here was his Almighty Derinsola, who was not afraid to speak her mind. Who was not afraid to keep a grudge. Who was not afraid to lash out. Who was not afraid not to cry. His dauntless Derin now cowered in fear. He clenched his fists in anger, the rage building inside of him at the sight of her propelled him to growl lowly.

Who did this to you?

His palms balled tighter into its fist.

"Derin. Who did this to you?"

She shook her head violently. "I don't know."

A response, that was a good start.

"What do you remember?" He edged closer to her, she moved farther away.

Her hands suddenly darted out. Her palms were raised before him.

"Nonso please, don't come any closer,"

He almost broke into a grin. She remembered his name. That was a good start. Most rape victims were often drugged and those drugs held effects such as permanent or temporary amnesia.