The Marrying of ZIM

29. The price of Zim.

I woke up in the hospital, again. The doctors still couldn't explain what happened to me, again. Mama Ekuban was wiping olive oil on my forehead and forcing me to drink olive oil and water, again. Kwashie sat at my bed side with red puffy eyes holding my hand while praying. I think their prayers weren't working because I wasn't really religious so I decided to say a small prayer of my own.

Dear Big G, I would say I don't deserve this but I'm not exactly sure what I deserve. I just wish I knew what was happening to me and what I can do to prevent it, amen.

It didn't feel enough though. Kwashie didn't know that I was awake and I honestly didn't feel like making her any wiser. She was the reason I was in this position, I mean Carter Jones might've ran a Chevy van into her car going 100 mph but she was still alive and she didn't break any bones. I, on the other hand, was placed under some life long curse that attacked my abdomen and my mind. I lived my life every day like I was ready to die so yeah.. I would prefer dying than this.

"Zidania?" She called me.

I didn't answer. I was angry at her even though she wasn't the cause of my distress but she was the reason. She was the reason why I was the target of a mad woman. I squeezed my eyes shut knowing that my false sleeping cover was blown.

"Please, answer me." She said.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"Anything. Let me know you're here with me."

"Only physically." I sighed.

"I'm trying .." she trailed off.

"You're not trying hard enough. She's going to kill me one day, Kwashie. Maybe you're just waiting on her to, so that you can finally go be with her." I said.

"Why would you think like that?" She asked.

"How else am I supposed to think?" I was still flat on my back staring at the plain white plaster ceiling.

"I.." she started.

"Take care of this...." I finally moved to look at her.

"Or I will."

**

I was back home now waiting on Kwashie to come back with water so I could take the medication I was prescribed. I didn't even have to drop the temperature in my room, it's like it was used to my fluctuating mood and bad luck these days. I stripped down to nothing and walked to my bathroom to take a cold shower. I got out and tied my durag on my head and jumped into bed pulling the covers over me. I had a habit of not properly drying off, I've been alright so far so I didn't think anything would happen to me now.

I took up the remote and turned on the tv. I felt like playing games, I felt like making some head shots. I turned on my Xbox and stared at the game willing for the Ghost Recon CD to magically insert itself. Why didn't I listen to CJ and buy the games online instead of a physical CD? Kwashie came through the door and I instructed her on what to do. I watched as the game loaded up and she popped pills from its plastic casing and handing them to me, I didn't know what they were or what they were for but I just threw them in my mouth and drank the water. I handed back the glass to her and held tightly onto my controller.

"Do you need anything else?" She asked.

"Yeah.. I need you to take care of that mad bitch that's trying to kill me, my guy." I said.

"Zidania.."

"Don't Zidania me. Take care of her and drop off my sick leave at school, fiancé." My voice was bitter.

She sighed and stripped down to her boxers and binder and got in beside me. I hissed my teeth and moved over to avoid physical contact with her.

"You must be damn hard of hearing of something." I cussed.