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CHAPTER TEN: PITY PARTY

       Ireti

Luckily for me, Stan was still at the office when Mr Stern-face passed out and together we rushed him to the office. He was taken to the emergency ward while we waited outside. I paced the hall worriedly as Stan tried to calm me down. It had been fourty minutes since he was taken to the ward. The nurses kept going in and coming out of the ward and all of them refused to talk to Stan and I. I needed a little assurance that Mr Stern-face was going to be fine.

My hands were shaking, they did that each time they sensed fear and worry and as it was I was wallowing in fear and worry.

Finally the doctor came out and I ran to him.

"How is he doctor? Is he going to be fine? Is it something serious? What happened? Speak to me doctor" I bombarded the tall slender doctor with questions.

"Calm down Ireti" Stan patted my shoulder.

"He's fine. His typhoid count is really high, that was why he passed out. I'm just surprised he let it get this high because the symptoms would have shown a long time ago"

'Oh God" I sighed.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine but we have to keep him in the hospital for three more days"

"Okay, thank you doctor. Can we go in and see him?" Stan asked.

"Yes, we just moved him out of the emergency ward. The nurse will take you to his room"

"Thank you so much doctor" I appreciated.

We followed the nurse to his room, he was sleeping peacefully, like a baby. Since I met him, I had never seen him really at peace. He was always uptight and stern.

When he passed out in the lobby, my heart fell into my stomach. So many horrible thoughts clouded my mind.

"Stan, you can go home. I can stay and wait for his aunty" I said to Stan as I noticed he was struggling to sleep. I couldn't blame him, we came in to the hospital few minutes pass seven and now it was exactly ten o clock.

I didn't know who to call when he passed out so I dialed the first number on his call log and the name read Aunty Taiye.

"Are you sure?"

"Of cos, go home and rest" I assured him.

"Okay then, take care" he patted my shoulder and walked out.

I resumed watching him. I watched him the way I watched my baby brother, Dele, when my mother came home with him the first time. With curious eyes and a curious mind asking questions, with a huge smile plastered on my face. The man was beautiful, handsome couldn't do justice to him. His jawline was perfect, the outline of his face was perfect. His face was perfect. He was perfection.

"Why did you allow yourself get this sick?" I sighed stroking his hand.

His phone rang, the name Aunty Taiye  spread across the screen with the picture of a fair skinned woman.

Finally.

Aunty Taiye: Hello, I'm at the hospital now, the reception to be precise. Please, where are you?

Me: Okay ma, just wait there. I'll come get you.