It was dark by the time my mum got here. Mrs Johnson tagged along and I was surprised to see her. My mum rushed in pushing the door which made me jump from my little sleep. "What happened to my baby?" My mum said rushing to the bed. The room was small with one window that had a blue cotton like curtain. The room only had a patient's bed, a drip stand, a heart monitor, a white chair I guess for patients relatives to rest asses. I stared at her as she took Adams face to her hands gently. "What happened?" "Where is Uthman and Boma?" She asked and I told her I hadn't seen Boma and Uthman already left. They kept an oxygen on his nose and different tubes stood poking out from his body on different angle. My mum looked up to me bewildered. "Have you lost your tongue?" She said looking back at Adams and continued "I said what really happened?" Mum requested firmly. I saw Mrs Johnson walking up to her. She dragged my mum away from the bed telling her not to disturb the sleeping Adam, just then two ladies walked in, one was wearing a white short gown and a board in her hand and the other wore a white coat and a stethoscope over her neck. I guess she was the doctor, but she wasn't the doctor that attended to us when we got here this afternoon. "I am Lola and I will be the doctor attending to this patient tonight." She said smiling and flashing her white perfect teeth. She was dark skin and her hair neatly brushed into a bun. She wore a glasses with a big round purple rim. She wore a simple make up. My mum just kept looking at Adam with her palms over her mouth. "I am sorry, where is Doctor Samson?" I asked. I knew he was done with his shift, probably had gone home but he should have said something or sent someone to inform us about this.
"He left already." she paused to gather what she wanted to say carefully. "he runs the morning shift but the doctor who was suppose to take over the afternoon shift couldn't come so he had to do both shifts, but I am here now to take over the night shift." She concluded grinning as though she just won an Oscar with her speech. I looked at her one last time and I noticed what I didn't notice before. She had a dimple. So cute.
She walked up to Adams and gestured for my mum to give space. She brought out her stethoscope and placed on Adams heart area and waited for few seconds, she tried again in another area and paused for some seconds. She looked up at me and over to my mum smiling. "His heart is stable." She placed the stethoscope over her neck gingerly like some explosives that had the description 'handle with care'. She looked down at Adam and continued. "Let's pray he comes around soon." She paused to look at my mum who just stared at me and back at Adam. I knew that look too well. "We would have to operate on him to get the bloods out of him and his brain." My mum eyes widened and she threw her gaze at me. "Ma'am I would like to see you in my office. Excuse me" The doctor said and walked out of the room. Mrs Johnson just stood looking from mum to me still holding my mum in place. "Segun what happened?" She asked firmly again. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. "Will you start talking." She glared. "I told you already, he was attacked and beaten by some robbers." I finally said. She looked up at Mrs Johnson who still held her. " Who would beat someone to coma like this?" Mrs kept nodding and muttering 'its okay'. She brought her eyes to me. " Do you know the people who did this?" I nodded. She paused and look at Mrs Johnson again. " This is callous and they need to be delt with." She left the room. Mrs Johnson held my shoulder and gave it a light reassuring squeeze then followed my mum out of the room. I sat in the chair and brought my phone out to call Uthman. His lines were switched off. I thought to call Boma. I dialed his line it rang three times.
"Hello".
"Hello Boma"
"Yes?"
What's with the attitude. I tried calling severally then but it wouldn't connect. I instantly wished I didn't call him. "I am at the hospital. Adam was admitted" I heard him say 'what' and I rolled my eyes. He asked for the address. I hung up and typed the address then send.
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Mum returned with an handkerchief in her hands and a swollen eye. I guess she cried and I wondered what the doctor has told her. She went to Adams bed whispered into his ears and kissed him on d cheek. I looked at Mrs Johnson wondering what happened in there. Mrs Johnson looked at me and forced a smile.
What happened in there? She couldn't have told my mum anything cause she didn't know what really happened. If Doctor Samson had told her anything, it was still the same story I told my mum was what we told him.
It killed me inside cause I have no idea whatsoever of what happened in that doctors office. I looked at my mum again who just stood by Adam bed shaking. Adams face was still swollen and disfigured. I looked at the time on my phone it was 10:15pm. I have been here since 2pm. Mum walked up to me and smiled weakly. "Come let's go home." There was something wrong, I just knew it. My mum knew I was gay and I have no problem if she found out from someone else. That was the only thing I knew would break her if she found out from someone else. Was Adam going to die? I shuddered at the thought. He couldn't be dying. The doctor said his heartbeats was stable. I shook my head. Be positive. My mum bent to look directly into my eyes. "it's ok, the doctors and nurses will take care of him." She looked up at Mrs Johnson. "Come on, you can come check on him tomorrow." Mrs Johnson added smiling. I looked up at Adam like I needed permission. I got up walked to his bed. I bent down and whispered into his ear 'i am leaving'. My mum took my hands and dragged me along. I stopped to look at him again and wished he could move then left the room locking the room behind me.
I am really sorry for taking too long to update, now my exams are over. I will try to update more sooner.
Let me know what you think about this chapter.Xoxo damie
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My Life as Queer
FanfictionFor a teenager growing up in a homophobic country, faced with life challenges and criticism. They say you live low to survive but I wanted more but with time I started to think the people who advice a low-key life really had a reason and now I am ca...