Tragedy of the African Cinderella [Black Book3]✔

3.

Ace wouldn't stop ruffling his hair as he impatiently paced from one end to another. His brand new shirt had begun to soak up with sweat.
He knew not what to think, was she really dead?
Mike earlier said she was and Nelson confirmed. He, on the other hand, was too scared to even look at the gruesome sight.

One thing he avoided in his existence was to take away human life, well, he couldn't entirely say he took away the young girl's life as it was, he wasn't the one on the steering wheel yet, he was involved.

"G, will you just chillax and stop pacing, it's getting me more nervous than I already am," Mike urged.

"Fuck off me Micheal, you and your reckless driving is the reason we are in this mess,"

Mike, Capello and two other guys—TJ and Nelson—he hadn't quite made acquaintances with, had come to his hotel room earlier for a little warm-up after which Mike had opted to drive them to the club.
He knew it was a bad idea to let Mike drive considering he sucked at it, yet, he stupidly agreed knowing full well that there weren't any souls to decapitate and cars to await pan a beating.

"What? It's not like I knew there was going to be a pillar right in the middle of the road at twelve in the morn and hey, where were your eyes at? You could've at least made use of them for me," Mike spat.

"What the hell,"

"Guys," Capello interrupted. "First of all this is a hospital and you guys are loud, you don't want everyone in here know that we hit someone to the point of death and secondly, it's not going to take us anywhere pointing fingers at one another ok? No one, in particular, is to be blamed for this. We are all in this together."

"Fuckin' shit!" Ace cursed, abruptly seating on one of the iron chairs in the hospital's waiting room.
With both elbows on his knees, he supported his chin with intertwined fingers as his feet impatiently tapped the white ceramic tiled floor.

There was silence, with a tinge of anticipation and fear for as long as fifteen minutes before a nurse on duty walked up to them.
Upon seeing her, they all got alerted and rushed to her before she wasted anymore second.

"Good evening gentlemen,"

No one retorted. If man was an open book, or rather, if she could read five open books, she would have clearly seen the evening was far from good; It was freaking one-thirty in the morning with five boys rushing a semi-dead girl to the hospital instead of relaxing in a pool of hot girls and drinks. Nothing absolutely good.

"Who's a relative to the patient?"

The nurse's questions had them shooting stares from one person to another which all boiled down to Ace.

Great.

From driving a total stranger to the hospital to settling the bills to laying claims, what more could get the morning any better than it already was?

"I am," Ace stepped forward. "She's my neighbor's first daughter,"

Wtf! Ace.

"Come with me," the brown-skinned skinny nurse led him away from the earshot of the others to a small cube-shaped office. "Sit," she ordered.
The paint peeling office contained a tiny rectangular table carrying the world's files and papers, two chairs at opposite ends of it and a stretch bed.

"I must say, the victim is fortunate to have you, young men, rush her to the nearest hospital as soon you could. In as much as I'm sorry and ought to admit, she's into a really critical condition, I have to say, be rest assured we tried our very best to attend to all visible wounds. If she is quick to recover, she'll be out of here in less than two days."