The Link To Light, (Published).

part 15

Dedicated to Miss-Minion, I really admire your heart for God and your love for spreading the gospel of Christ.

Ifes felt a hand gently tapping her and her body jerked slightly. She tilted her head around to see who it was but couldn't see anyone. 

Run back to your dorm room now!

Recognising the still small voice, she bolted to her dorm room. She was thankful that Bradley didn't take her out of the college. She got to the front of her dorm room, placed her hand on the doorknob and yanked it open. 

Stepping inside, she looked around and saw that everywhere was in order. She began to wonder why she had gotten an instruction to run to her dorm room. Unable to figure out why she had come back, she made for the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. 

"Go and check Mandy's bathroom," the still small voice stopped her in her tracks. 

She whirled around and did as she was told. As she got closer to Mandy's bathroom, she heard her muffled sobs. Worried that something terrible had happened, she fumbled with the knob and opened the door. Her roommate was perched on the edge of her bathtub, wailing. 

"Mandy! Why are you crying?"

Mandy raised her head slightly to look at Ifes, and brought it down again to her laps without uttering a word. 

Ifes moved close to her roommate, then hunkered down before her. 

"Please Mandy, tell me, why are you crying?" 

Mandy raised her head again to look at her. "My, my mama. My mum!" 

Panic rose in Ifes. "Yes, tell me. What happened to her? What's wrong with your mother?" she urged on.

Mandy buried her face in her palm, wailing without answering. 

"Mandy, talk to me. Crying will not solve whatever it is that is wrong with your mum." 

Mandy abruptly raised her head, making Ifes jerk slightly. "My mother has been given up to die!" 

Her body went cold upon hearing those words from her roommate. She felt like someone had pulled both cold and hot water on her at the same time. The bathroom fell dead silent such that only the sound of their beating hearts could be heard.

Her dad, Mr Jonathan, called her that afternoon, wailing like a little child. She had never seen her dad weep like that and the sound of it tugged at her heart.

"Oh! Mandy, my baby. Your mum is leaving us. She's going. She's finally going!" 

"W–what do you mean leaving us?" Mandy had asked. 

"The  doctors said they've tried all they could, that her sickness is beyond medical treatment. As I speak to you now, they are about removing her life support. They are just waiting for me to sign some documents."

Mandy clutched her phone to her ears tightly, afraid it would slip off her hands to the floor. 

"One of the doctors has handed me the documents to allow them to remove the life support, but how can I? I love your mother so much and I can't even start to imagine signing her death warrant with my own hands." 

"Then don't sign it!" Mandy spoke and was taken aback with her tone of voice. It was as though a stranger had spoken and not her. 

"Yes, Dad," she continued in that same vehement tone, "You can't sign those documents. They don't have the right to take her life. Give 'em money, give 'em more money, give them enough money, and let them stop complaining!" 

Jonathan Parker wasn't so perplexed by the way his daughter spoke. She had been in college and he would be doing her some injustice if he expected her to understand and know the amount of money he had pumped into her mother's treatment, or all his efforts, which had apparently ended in no success.