The Journal [A Sequel To Maya's Diary]

Chapter Twenty-five

The heart rate monitor slowly beeped at the rate of Maya's heartbeat. The slow dropping sound of intravenous fluid in small liquefied beads, escaped the bag hung on a pole and narrowed it's movement into her veins with the aid of a tube.

As the dressing in the ward permitted, Maya had a slightly bogus gown over her delicate skin and balls of little sweat drops covering her pores despite the cool air sweeping through the room.

Her hair tangled at the ends and her hands were slightly placed on her stomach. She had a slight cut on her forehead due to the hard fall she had the night before and the line had been neatly covered with a neat piece of plaster.

Gretta walked with so much energy into her ward with a file on her right forearm and carefully drew out a blue inked pen from her pocket, to register her health's state. She began by placing two fingers on her veins in search of a pulse, but got a very slow one which she slowly penned down. She felt the bag and noticed the flow of the drips and slowly nodded in affirmation.

She took out a wrap of unused syringe and loaded it with a colourless liquid, which she slowly injected through the green vein that popped up on her wrist. Maya jerked in resuscitation and the hyperventilation increased with a profuse heart beat rate. She sat up and slowly looked around trying to adjust to the environment while her fingers pressed her forehead on a futile attempt to repress the pounding headache she got.

"Gretta?" she asked in an unclear tone.

"Go back to bed. You are not so strong yet," came the reply in an accent she had failed to notice before.

"What h..happened? My head hurts painfully."

"You were hit by a car."

"A car?" she asked wide eyed. Her eyes ran places in confusion and settled back on an old bottle of spirit when her brain processed only one concern, "the babies?"

"They are fine...surprisingly. It turned out you had a brief contact with the car and it's owner brought you here in time before you lost much blood. He felt very apologetic and slept over the night. Luckily, there were no internal injuries except minor cuts that have been taken care of. I performed a brief ultrasound test and finalized that your babies are survivors. I could show you if you want."

She felt hot tears well up and nodded repeatedly. Gretta instructed she laid back down and slowly massaged her belly with a gel then carefully ran a probe over it after which the screen produced images and Maya saw the embryos entangle within her uterus with one's head at the foot of the other swimming in their jelly liquid of sustenance. Gretta smiled at the sight and looked over to Maya whose joy could no longer be contained with the trail of tears on her face.

"When are they due?" Maya asked.

"In four months," she replied and took away the probe.

"When will I be released?" She asked again, rubbing the throbbing forehead repeatedly.

"About that. You are going to remain here for quite a while."

"Why? I feel OK... I'm strong," she replied licking up her dried lips.

"You have missed numerous antenatal appointments and you've fainted... Twice. It's not good for you and for the babies."

"I can't just stay here. The lives of my friends and everyone I care about is in danger. We need to get to the root source of this and-"

"...by playing Nancy Drew? If anything happens to them, you'll hate yourself. Let me take care of you."

Maya took a deep breath in and nodded in compliance. She shoved her hair to the back of her attached ear lobes and leaned backwards.