Hi, @Ms_BeeA here.
Today I bring you the conclusion to the ‘blitz’ story. Read the first installment here Blitz 1
I hope you like it. Enjoy.
Her alarm went off. It was 6:00am. She opened her eyes and yawned, reached for the alarm and turned it off. She really didn’t feel like getting out of bed. It felt a bit too early then she remembered and smiled. She was going to see Rotimi again. She couldn’t tell where the energy came from but she was up and about in seconds. She quickly had her bath & brushed her teeth. Besides being excited about him she really didn’t want to be late to work. Nurse Nene was never really a fan of hers and she knew that it had to do with her friendship with Dr Chuks but this recurrent lateness also wasn’t helping the situation.
As she dressed up, she remembered Tari. The rat would have been up early just to gist with her as she got ready for work. She was mostly an early-riser even if she was out partying the night before. It was only when she had been busy with “hosting duties” the night before that she would wake up late. She kinda missed her and the house felt oddly quiet. No Tari gisting her about rude designers and their ugly clothes or snobbish, ostrich-looking models as they both decided on what she would wear. Tari would argue about how a t-shirt and a pair of jeans were too casual and laid-back and she would insist that it didn’t matter because she was still going to change into scrubs anyway. Then Tari would yawn and tell her that her life was boring.
She sat at her dressing table to apply her make-up. As she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eye caught the red blinking led light of her blackberry on her bed. She got up and went to get it. She had put her phone on silent just before she went to bed because she was a very light-sleeper and hated waking up only to see a facebook notification of a friend request. She typed in the lock code and saw amongst other notification’s that she had four missed calls from an unfamiliar number. For one number to have called four times, it must be serious. She thought for a few seconds then pressed the green button and called the number back.
It was the Smith Green Emergency Center. Tari had been involved in an accident.
In room 112C…
All Rotimi could think about right from when he woke up was her. It felt like a bit more than a crush. They had talked for a really long time yesterday and he enjoyed every bit of it. He loved the fact that every minute she was with him, the voices left. It just became quiet in his head and all he heard was her voice. Her smooth, lovely voice. He wouldn’t mind if he heard her talk for hours. She was pretty too. Maybe not the kind of pretty that could make a guy go “weak in his knees” or whistle in awe but it was the kind of pretty that felt different and refreshing and he just loved to look at her. She was sexy too, effortlessly sexy. He could tell that she wasn’t trying or paying attention to herself but in his opinion, scrubs had never looked so hot. “Sarah” he said out loud. He liked the way it sounded. He couldn’t wait to see her today. The way she laughed…
A scream jolted him back to reality. Then seconds later it was followed by a long laugh more like a hoarse cackle and then he remembered where he was. He honestly didn’t deserve to be here. A mental hospital was an exaggeration of his problem not a solution. As if feeling offended, the voices rudely returned. This time, he felt like he was at a concert.
“I can see the light, oh I can see the light, I’m gonna be a star, oh baby I’m gonna be a star.” He sang. Then he stopped. A nurse entered his room holding a file.
“Good morning.” The nurse said as she frowned. “I’m Nurse Nene.”
He looked at her from head to toe. Then he turned his head and continued singing. “When I become famous you’re gonna be lonely, I’ll make millions and you’ll be sitting here…”
“Mr Adedayo.” She said calmly but sternly enough to draw his attention.
He stopped singing and looked at her.
“As I said, my name is Nurse Nene and I’ll be checking your vital signs today.” She said.
“No.” He replied. He closed his eyes, “No, No, No.”
She sighed. “Is there a problem?”
He opened his eyes. “Yes. We don’t like you.” He answered.
She rolled her eyes. “And by “we” I’m guessing you mean you and your imaginary friends.”
“I don’t have imaginary friends. Leave me alone.”
“Look, Mr Adedayo I need to do my job. So please, just let me do it.” She sternly said. She reached for his wrist to check his pulse rate but he moved his hand.
“I said NO!” He yelled.
She got angry. “Look, crazy ass, I’ve been up all night and I’m having a shitty morning. I should’ve been off this shift an hour ago probably taking a cold shower or eating a delicious breakfast but the princessy nurse that was supposed to take over from me called in and gave a flimsy excuse and now the only other available nurse is going to take an hour to get here. I still have another floor of ward rounds with cranky and crazy people so suck it up and let me get on with my day!”
He looked at her then he turned his head and sang “I promise I’ll never leave you…I’ll never let you go, oh my baby…”
She put her palm on her forehead. “Mr Adedayo, I honestly have neither the time nor patience for this.”
He ignored her and continued singing, “You are my sunshine, the one that I adore..oh oh oh…”
“Mr Adedayo!” She yelled.
He stopped singing and laughed. “She’s getting mad yo!” He said as if he was talking to someone else in the room. Then he looked at her. “We want Sarah. I want Sarah. It’s Sarah or nothing.”
“She’s unavailable. If she was available, I most certainly won’t be here.” Nurse Nene replied.
“Get her for me or leave my room. We don’t want you here. I don’t want you here. I want Sarah.” He said.
“I just said that she’s unavailable. She didn’t come to the hospital this morning and I doubt that she’ll even show up at all today. She cares about nobody but herself.” She retorted with irritation.
He whispered to himself. “She broke her promise. She broke it.”
“What promise?” Nurse Nene asked. “You know what? I don’t care. I have a job to do and other patients to attend to. If you don’t want me to do this the easy way, I’ll go and get a dose of Propofol and stab you with it. The bottom line is getting your pulse rate and I can do that even if you’re unconscious.”
His eyes were moist and he continued whispering to himself. “She broke her promise.”
“Fine. Propofol it is. I’ll be back.” She stormed out of his room.
Sitting in the waiting room was excruciating. She had been there for almost four hours. Nobody would tell her anything. All they said was Tari had whispered “Call Sarah” as they wheeled her in before she slippped into unconsciousness.
Being a nurse herself, Sarah knew that when nobody said anything, it was bad. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her throat was parched and her back hurt. She had watched other people receive the news of the deaths of their loved ones.
A really cute young lady had screamed when she was told that her fiancé didn’t make it. “We did all we could” the doctor solemnly said. The poor girl was wearing a gorgeous engagement ring. She remembered that she had unconsciously admired it as she got into the waiting room. Now, the ring didn’t matter. There wasn’t going to be a wedding.
Sarah swallowed as she remembered Tari. Tears trickled down her cheeks. Tari was only twenty-three. She was too young to die. She loved her so much. She wasn’t just her roommate, she was her best friend. She couldn’t call any other person. Tari was an only child and she never knew her mom. She said she was told that her mother had died when she was just a baby. The day her father had grabbed her from behind when she was in the kitchen, she hit him with the turning stick in her hand and ran to her maternal grandma’s house. She was sixteen at the time and she has never seen him since. Her grandma took care of her but she died a year ago. She wasn’t in a serious relationship so all Tari had left was Sarah and her friendship. Sarah broke into a sob. Why did this have to be happening to Tari? She didn’t even know what exactly had happened. All they said was that the taxi she was in had collided with a truck and that the driver had died instantly. “She’s lucky” a nurse had said. “Oh God. Please save her.” Sarah whispered.
Sarah decided to go to work the next day. She would go to the Emergency Center after her shift. Tari’s issue was a personal emergency and she was expected to attend to it as quickly as possible. Dr Chuks was really nice and she didn’t want to take advantage of that. She also hated inconveniencing the other nurses. She would call from time to time to check on Tari. She had survived the emergency surgery and she had been transferred to the ICU. She had been wrapped up in bandages and she was still in a coma. The doctors said the next few days were critical but they were positive. Things were looking good so there was hope. She had to go back to work. She kinda missed it and she wanted to see Rotimi too. She didn’t know why but she wanted to hug him and cry on his shoulder. The last time they spoke, their connection was surreal and she felt like she was hanging with an old best friend. Talking to him about herself had been so easy and fun, she knew he would say something to make her feel better.
Sarah got to the hospital and quickly made her way to the counter and said “goodmorning” to all the nurses. She apologised for skipping her shift the day before and gave them a short but concise version of what was responsible.
The barely heartfelt “oohs” and “awws” rolled in and her eyes moistened as she remembered how Tari had looked in the bandages. She forced a smile and collected an outstretched file from an already impatient nurse and hurried to do her ward rounds.
She got to the door of room 112C first. She wanted to check on Rotimi before she saw any other patient. She opened the door but there was no one there. This surprised her. Where could he have gone to?
She dashed back to the counter and waited for the nurse there to get off the phone. “Nurse Tinu, where’s the patient that’s supposed to be in 112C?” She asked with a worried look on her face.
The nurse thought for a few seconds. “The schizophrenic?”
“Yes, Rotimi. He’s schizophrenic.” Sarah replied.
“Oh. He got transferred.” Nurse Tinu said casually.
“What?!” Sarah exclaimed. “What do you mean he got transferred?!”
Nurse Tinu hissed. “Abeg, the guy was a nuisance jare. Nurse Nene had to take over your shift for a while yesterday because you didn’t show up and he refused to let her attend to him. He just kept asking for you. She wanted to inject him with Propofol but he wrestled her and took the injection from her and stabbed her with it and she became unconscious. Then he started yelling and throwing things all over his room. He kept screaming “She broke her promise! She broke it!” like the deranged lunatic that he is. He broke a window and threatened to jump down. It took two male nurses and Dr Chuks to pin him to the ground and sedate him. It was very serious.”
Sarah’s mouth was wide open. “Where did they transfer him to?”
“Oluwaloni Adigun Memorial Hospital” Nurse Timu answered.
“What the hell?! That filthy, poorly-managed place! I heard that they flog their patients and they sell the ones who have no families to ritualists!”
“So?” Nurse Tinu replied. “You have done your work as a nurse and we’ve collectively done ours as a hospital. He became alarmingly wild.”
“He has no family! They could do something terrible to him! They won’t take proper care of him!” Sarah exclaimed.
“Look, Nurse Sarah, you have other patients. The schizo is gone. He’s no longer our problem. Go and finish your ward rounds and come and sort out your paper work.” Nurse Tinu said.
Sarah nodded and sadly went back to room 112C. She saw the taped, broken window and saw the empty bed. She didn’t know why but she suddenly felt heartbroken and so alone.
First, Tari had almost died and was still in a critical condition. Now, Rotimi was gone, he probably hated her for breaking her promise and he had been moved to a place where no one would care about him enough to know that he wasn’t the average “deranged lunatic” but a good man with a good heart that needed to be treated with patience and understanding.