Ibiam Prince Amauche 9 months ago

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The Choice (chapter 25)

Femi's phone rang where he was seated at the reception of KLM hospital. He took out the phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen. The caller was his mum.

He shook his head and dropped the phone. The phone rang again and again until Femi could no longer ignore it. He swiped the screen and raised the phone to his ear. “Hello, Femi,” Mama Faronbi said. Femi frowned. "Ma," he said. "Femi, do you want to kill me? Do you want me to become hypertensive?" Femi rolled his eyes. Mama Faronbi continued. "I've been calling you since only God knows when. Why didn't you pick up your phone? Were you not aware that your phone was ringing? Check your time because mine says quarter to twelve.

Fear has almost paralyzed me here." Femi drew a long breath, trying to calm his anger. "Are you there, or have you gone dumb? Femi!" Mama Faronbi said. "I don't know what you want me to say," Femi managed. "Start by telling me where you are and why you're not yet at home." "I thought the first thing you would do is to ask me if I found my wife, but since you didn't ask, I had better not bother you with the details. You will see me whenever I get home. Let's leave it at that," Femi said.

"Femi, am I the one you are talking to like that?" Femi hushed, saying nothing. "Won't you say anything? Uh?" Mama Faronbi said. She realized no degree of sternness would make Femi tell her his whereabouts. "Okay. How is Sarah? Have you found her?" Mama Faronbi said reluctantly. "Maami, pray that Sarah lives, or I might not forgive what you have done. I'm in the hospital right now.

Sarah is unconscious. She wouldn't even lift as little as a finger. My mind is on fire right now." Mama Faronbi's heart skittered. She didn't plan Sarah's punishment for death or any linked condition. What was Sarah doing in the hospital? "What! What happened to her? My head! Oh God!" she said. "This is not the time to lament. It is time to pray. Pray that Sarah comes around."

"She will come around in Jesus' name. But wait, what exactly went wrong? Her son has been crying. I've been giving the poor thing water." "There you go again. My child is not a poor thing. Anyway, I can't say much for now. I'll call you in the morning." "God be with you. I'll be praying for you." "Thank you. Good night." "Good night, my son," Mama Faronbi said and hung up. Femi returned his phone to his pocket. He rose to his feet and paced the reception. He kept hoping that Sarah would be fine. About an hour later, the doctor in charge walked towards Femi. Femi stared at him with huge expectations lining his brown eyes. "She had a laceration on the scalp.

I mean a tear on the skin covering her head," the doctor said. "Oh my God!" Femi raised his two hands and folded them on his head. "What do I do?" "Calm down, sir. I've sutured it, so no more bleeding." "Thank you so much, sir." "You are welcome. She would need a CT scan, though. I want to be sure there's no internal injury." "What's that? I don't understand." "It's a test. Just to be sure there's no injury to the brain tissue." "Alright. Please, is she awake now?" "Not yet. But her condition is improving. Don't worry; she'll be fine." "Thanks so much. God bless you. God bless you. God bless—" The doctor smiled. "Amen. It's okay. She should be awake by morning, all things being equal. Her vitals are within the normal range. Don't worry." Femi didn't need too much explanation to understand the doctor was telling him Sarah would be better. There was no cause for alarm. His hope rose. Now he could slumber and wake to see his wife alert in the morning.