The alarm pulled me away from my fantasies into reality as I rolled sideways on the bed. I yawned, stretching my hands wide in the sky and was tempted to sleep back but resisted. Sudden hunger struck me painfully as my stomach did rumble. At the sound of that I decided to go check the fridge for something to eat quickly. Surprisingly, I found mum at the kitchen cooking. She was cooking my favourite; yam and egg. The aroma alone had me salivating. Mum asked I go prepare the table for breakfast after I lied I’d brushed my teeth. Then I met dad at the dining table reading newspapers. Honestly, who reads those anymore?
I greeted him and he asked how my night was, I replied splendid. Though there were other responses I could have given him but my heart had begun craving food. Then mum came with the meal which smelt nice. Dad made a joke about the food being as sweet as its smell and we all laughed. I requested my meal served and as I reached out to get it, mum stabbed me with a knife.
“Ah!” I screamed as I gasped for air. I tried to decipher my current location and figured I was in a hospital. I hated the smell of hospital; the stench of sick people always irritated me.
A female doctor approached me with surprise, checked my heartbeat jotted it down on her notepad
“How lucky you are to have survived that bullet. It pierced through your heart, we tried our best to stitch it but our efforts were futile”
“Um,” I blinked my eyes, trying to process the data she just vomited on me
“Are you feeling okay?” She asked, putting her hand on my forehead
“Did you just say that I have a whole in my heart?”
Mr. Andrew and Miss Patricia both walked into the room and the doctor departed from my presence. They entered an inner room and the next thing I heard was whispers. I got confused, I mean they were talking about me and I was there and they still talked behind my back. That was something that needed more explanation.
Eventually, they all came out with saddened face. Like the doctor broke some bad news to them. Mrs. Patricia sat down beside me and held me by the hands.
“Uh, the doctor says that, you have a hole in your heart due to the passage of bullet in it. Stitching was impossible and there are very few willing heart donors.” She paused for a while, looked around then continued.
“You are going to have to restrain from any strenuous activity that might get your heartbeat get paved up.”
“Have you told my parents about it?” I asked sadly.
“Um, they have been notified and they will be here as soon as possible,” Mrs. Patricia responded gently.
I placed my hands on my chest, I could feel my heartbeat faster and it got me scared. Paula was the reason for all this, actually timothy caused this. I reclined on the bed, they all left the room, the message had been delivered and I needed time to process.
I closed my eyes for a moment, then I heard the door creak, I turned around to check who it was. It was Paula. She was standing there with tears in her eyes. Seemed real though but I wasn’t ready to have such conversation.
“Doctor!” I yelled.
A nurse came in requesting what I needed.
“Get that lady out of here please.”
The nurse turned around and pointed towards the door. “Please ma, can you exit the room.”
Written by Praise Osawaru