Hello my beautiful people,am glad to take part in this week's prompt, it's a story I'll love to tell.
Hopefully it will interest you.
As a nurse i knew i needed to be at the hospital on time to start my night shift but i was already exhausted and hungry,when i was about to have a little rest,my phone rang and it was my colleague who had waited for me to resume.
she was furious that i was late as she yelled through the phone call.
I apologize for being late and i told her that I'll be there in less than 30minutes.
I took my keys,locked my door and rushed out of the house.
Luckily for me I saw a taxi (keke) who agreed to drop me at my work place with a fair price, lately transport fare has been on a high side for most people here in Nigeria,i see myself bargaining alot with drivers before I could get in their vehicles,the drivers ain't happy with the current situation in Nigeria due to the high cost of fuel,but i guess i was so lucky on this particular day to find a ride with such a cheap price.
On the way to the hospital,we saw an accident scene,there were four wounded passengers on ground.
As a nurse who's career is to save lives
I had to tell the driver that I'll stop by to check on the victims and to know how bad the situation was like.
Gratefully,the hospital was close by and there were some good samaritan who had volunteered to pull out the victims from the damaged car.
But as i looked through one of the wounded persons i was shocked to see that one of the victims was Mr Peterson.
Who is Mr Peterson?
Mr Peterson is my church member who also is the head of ushering department in our church he is loved by many, because of his jovial nature,his family is in Cameroon,he is the only one here in Nigeria.
I couldn't believe my eyes as the victims were conveyed by another vehicle to the hospital.
I started praying deep down in my heart that he should survive the injury.
Hmmmm, getting to the hospital,the victims where taken to the emergency ward, Doctors where already available and they confirmed two out of four person's dead.
But Mr Peterson and one other man were still in comma,since i wasn't with them in the emergency ward i kept asking for feedback from the nurses that were inside the emergency ward with the doctors and i was told that Mr Peterson's case was a bit complicated, the doctors said that his chances of survival was slim, because his heart was badly injured because of the accident.
I was anxious and trembling,many hours later one of the nurses came to me and reluctantly told me that
Mr Peterson couldn't make it,that he is dead.
What? I screamed and i became speechless and broken,my legs were shaking and weak,i staggered into the chair,my breath was faster than i could control i felt a cool breeze through my body as tears flowed through my eyes.
Now it was already morning and it was time to go since i had completed my night shift.
I picked up my bag to go but a call came in through my phone, it was Mr Peterson's name on my phone screen.
I panicked my colleagues insisted that i picked the call, suggesting that someone was with his phone,fear gripped me as i picked the call and i almost had a heart attack when i heard Mr Peterson's voice,he said he wanted to remind me of the urshers meetings by 4pm and he hung up.
wait! I knew who i saw lying lifelessly on the hospital bed when i went to confirmed after i was told by my colleague, i was engrossed with fear,am i insane?
I knew he was dead,the hospital had confirmed it.
Why then is he speaking on the phone?
could he be awake?
I waited patiently till evening,I couldn't get back home,i was intentional about going for the ursher's meeting to confirm if Mr Peterson was still alive, because i felt i was mentally sick.
It was 3:30pm when I left for the meeting i couldn't wait till 4 Pm
I needed to solve this puzzles once and for all.
By 4:30pm everyone were present except for Mr Peterson.
I couldn't utter a word,i knew my suspicions were coming true,i waited for others to find out by themselves,his assistant complained that he isn't picking his calls .
Just as i was about to conclude in my mind that i spoke with his ghost.
Mary, the secretary of the department called on everyone's attention and said
That Mr Peterson says he is deeply sorry for not being at the meeting,due to the fact that,he had a call that his twin brother who just got into the country was involved in a car accidents and he is dead.That he is on his way to confirm the corpse.
I stood up gently and left without knowing if i should go back home.
THANK YOU FOR READING THROUGH.