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CHAPTER 52
MERCY'S POV
I held the wall waiting for her next words,
"Hakeem is in coma."
I did not even know how the phone slipped from my hands. I heard a crack sure that if it was in a normal basis, I would have started treating it like an egg but now I did not care.
Why and how did he enter coma?
It was not meant to be like this, I was meant to meet him, hug him and give him a chance to talk not to hear that he is in a fucking coma.
A tear slipped from my eyes as I quickly bent to pick the phone.
I dialed her number again and she picked after the third ring.
"where... why... how did he get into coma?"
I said my voice breaking. I was literally sobbing with my back resting against the wall.
"when you get here, I would explain. I would send a chauffeur to get you, he should be there in five minutes."
She said her voice sounded hoarse maybe from crying too much and that only made my heart beat faster.
"how bad is it?"
There was another long silence,
"you should come here."
She said back and ended the cal.
I walked to the gate feeling weak and tired. I have not even eaten since yesterday afternoon and it did not matter for the first time.
I cleaned my face again as I stood beside the gate.
Memories were running through my mind, when he gave me the necklace. The first day we started dating and I returned it to him just yesterday.
Shoving it in his hands like it did not matter to me.
Fikunmi walked towards the gate and looked confused when she saw me. Anyone would.
"hey, are you okay?"
Is this girl mad? All my anger and frustrations, she should better leave before I pour it on her.
I acted like she was not there, but the girl did not take a hint.
"Mercy?"
"are you blind? Can you not see that I don't want to talk to you? What do you think you are now? Ehn, walking to me like you are a saint and asking me foolish questions."
"it is not your fault."
Wow, just wow.
I turned to her like faced her.
"I guess whose fault it is. Whore."
"see this one oo, are you mad? Is it because I am asking you question?"
My eyes caught a Mercedes Benz driving towards me. Time to answer this fool.
"look, I do not have time for you. The only thing I want to ask is are you okay? You were regrettably my friend, you knew my ex and you slept with him, I caught you guys and you claimed your place, you bring him here and you act lovey-dovey, now you see me cry and you came to ask why like you care. Now I have a question, out of both of us who is mad?"
The look on her face ehn, it was crazy.
I sighed; I do not have time for this.
I walked to the car not waiting for any more word from her. I entered the car and greeted the man driving.
He replied and started driving to wherever the hospital is.
I placed my head up, looking at the ceiling,
What if whatever happened to him was serious?
What if it was because of me?
What if he won't accept me back?
The what if questions were killing me and I almost screamed at the driver to increase his speed.
My ringtone distracted me from my thoughts.
I picked the call and placed the phone against my ear not even bothering to check the caller.
"hello."
I said quietly.
"hey, how are you?"
It was Idara.
"not good. I.... I feel devastated."
I said almost breaking in tears.
"what happened?"
I could sense the concern in her voice.
"It's a long story."
The car stopped and I took in my environment. We were in a hospital, a big one. It looked like a private hospital and expensive. I said my thanks and stepped down from the car.
"I will call you back Idara."
I said and ended the call, running inside the hospital.
I walked to the nurse by the reception.
"good afternoon ma. Please I am here for Hakeem."
She nodded and checked the desktop in front of her before turning to me.
"room 54. 2nd floor."
"thank you, ma."
I could not even wait for her reply because I was walking fast to the elevator.
I entered the elevator and pressed the number 2 button praying that no one stops it from closing and thankfully my prayers were answered because the elevator door closed and in less than a minute it opened back.
I looked at the big placard on the wall,
ICU.
Was it this bad?
My legs felt heavy as I walked to wherever room 54 was.
I heard a familiar voice and I followed it immediately, Trisha wrapped her hands around Halima. They were seated on a chair in the hallway.
Trisha looked up and her eyes caught mine.
"hey."
She said, I felt too tired to move but I got there.
I looked at Halima, she looked really bad.
"what is wrong with him?"
I asked really in need for the answer.
Trisha stood up to hug me and I did not even know how I hugged her back, but this was not the hug I needed. Not the warmth I wanted to feel.
I shifted back from her hug and walked to Halima,
"please answer me."
I pleaded.
"he committed suicide."
Wait, what?
Suicide and Hakeem don't fit.
That cannot be possible.
I shook my head, and I felt my butt hit the chair.
"Hakeem can't do that."
A tear dropped from her eyes.
"Hakeem is suicidal."
She breathed out. Quietly, as if waiting for my reaction.
I looked ahead, trying to piece everything together but it just won't fit.
"no, that cannot be true."
She held my hand, but I did not even feel anything. If she wanted to comfort me, I could not feel it.
"he started when he came back. His best friend was dead, and Hakeem won't talk. I went to his room and saw him in a pool of his blood. He cut his wrist."
Okay that explained the scars which he lied about.
"he did it again the second time and the doctor decided he should go to a rehab. Dad took him abroad and we left him there for six months. When he came back, he was different."
All these was getting too much. How many things has he passed through at such a young age?
"he was quiet, Hakeem was never quiet. He was always the troublemaker. Can you believe that his name was always on the noise maker's list?"
She asked laughing as if remembering the memories, but the laugh turned to a sob.
"he changed and you were bringing him back slowly to himself. Mercy, you were."
She was right, he changed, he was changing.
"yesterday, he called that he was having one of his episodes, and Gori said some things he should not have. By the time we got there he had overdosed. I saw my brother die and wake in my hands. Again."
Overdosed? Die? Hakeem died in her arms?
"the nurses had to give him CPR, they even had to defibrillate him. I thought he was dead."
If she was a minute late, or if no one found him he would have been dead by now? I should have listened. I swear, I should have waited.
"how is he now?"
That is the only thing that mattered now.
"the doctor said he is not improving. It affected his kidney..."
She did not finish because two familiar figures started running towards us.
Halima stood up and ran to hug them,
Their parents.
"ni bo ni Hakeem wa?"
This was the first-time hearing Hakeem's mum speak Yoruba and look so disorganized.
"what did Fola say?"
Their dad asked at the same time a doctor walked out of his room.
I stood up, I had to hear what the doctor wanted to say too.
"Tinu, calm down."
He said rubbing her arm, they seemed close. It was until I looked closer that I saw the blaring resemblance between the man and Trisha.
He is Trisha's father. The owner of the hospital.
"how is he?"
Their dad asks him again,
"he is still in coma, but he is getting better. His kidney is starting to react to the treatment."
I breathed out a breath of relief that I did not even know that I was holding.
"you can see him now. Paul let us talk in my office."
He said and nodded at their father. He followed him while their mother and Halima followed a nurse.
I sat down back on the chair. my mind was on what they had to talk about. Did any other thing happen to him?
I felt someone's presence beside me, I turned to my right to see the rest of their friends seated down.
I could not talk. I had nothing to say to them, the only person I wanted to talk too was lying down in a coma.
"here, have this."
Trisha said stretching a takeaway to me.
I thought they were not meant to eat in hospitals or is it just me?
I was too hungry to say no so I muttered a small no and gave her a little smile.
I opened the takeaway and ate little out of the rice before dropping it back with loss of appetite.
Halima and her mum soon walked out of the room, I guess I lost track of time because my mind was not in one place.
I called my parents and Idara and I know I spent close to thirty minutes on the phone.
Their mum looked so stressed out, and I could not even my mum in her position.
When they were out Halima said I should go next after a little conversation with me and them.
"thanks."
I said with a grin and followed the same nurse.
She dressed me up, making me wear blue overall, a glove, and a mask before walking into the room.
My heart dropped when I saw him.
He looked so pale and different tubes were on him.
I placed a hand on my mouth to hold in the sob.
I breathed in and out to calm myself before walking to him.
I sat on the stool beside him in the very big room and held his free hand.
In movies, the person in coma always hear what is being said so maybe he will hear me.
"hey, it's Mercy."
I said quietly.
"I was not expecting to meet you here. I had a plan this morning to meet you at home but instead I am here. I am sorry about yesterday. I should have trusted you and listened. But I did not. And I am sorry."
"it breaks me to see you like this Hakeem, please wake up."
I pleaded and placed my head on our intertwined hand.
"I miss you already."
I said and turned to him; his hair was blocking his face, so I brushed it off.
"you should see what I got you for our six-month anniversary, come on say something."
I poked his soft and smooth cheek.
"please."
I pleaded a tear slipping out of my eyes.
But nothing, he was just lying there.
"I love you Hakeem."
I said and I felt a something moved on my hand.
I raised my head from our intertwined hand and watched as his hand move.
This is the part where I call the doctor but all the machine beeping at once made me pause for a moment before pressing the button.
Even before pressing it, the doctors entered.
The nurse led me out to leave the doctor to their work.
"what happened?"
Everyone asked with panic look on their faces.
"he moved his hands."
I said with a grin.
Feeling happy for the first time today, since yesterday.
They looked relief immediately and started shooting questions my way even his mum asked a question.
After waiting for like forever,
The doctors stepped out again,
"he is awake, and he is asking for Mercy."
i was rushing this chapter so no time to edit it.
and Hakeem did not die,
pheww,
some ppl were already threatening me abeg i love Hakeem too, he must not die.
and,
what do you think will happen next?
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