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“Kate was in deep in thoughts, when she heard a loud scream. She tried rushing upstairs, stumbling a few times.”
The scene that greeted me was one I would not want to see in this condition. Nectar was convulsing and then tucked under the duvet. With his eyes swelling as if, he was breathing his last breath.
I was in no condition to carry him; I looked through the window and luckily saw the security seated munching on something. Jones, I shouted. Hurry upstairs.
I may never tell how I was able to drive on top speed since I always drive slowly. “One of my weakness Matts and Mandy never liked about me”. They would rather drive in their own rides.
Kate was restless walking through the whole hospital floor. She really cared about this dude. She thought. God save him for me, Kate prayed silently. She had no idea how she just managed to pray but she could barely control her emotions right now.
Since Matts was out of town, I had to call his mum. What happened, they asked. Mom, I don’t know. I just saw him convulsing. Mr. Glover was staring at me as if he does not believe me.
I recognized the man coming out as the doctor he recommended for my antenatal. I quickly rushed to him. How is he I managed through my emotions?
Mrs. Glover, can we talk in private please. I watched on while my mother in-law walked up to the Doctor.
No I mean, your sons wife. If am right, you are his mom. Doctor Sylvester said. I looked around and saw my father in law looking like he is out of this world.
Follow me, he said. Can we come too, I finally heard Mr. Glover asking as he has not spoken a word since he came to the hospital. If you don’t mind, I would like to speak to the wife alone. Huh! What is it? I almost forgot I was the wife. Doctor, what is it? I sat down trying to calm myself.
He ate some aggressive poison. I beg your pardon. Poisoned! How? I mean I eat the same food he eats so how is that possible. Kate inquired.
What was the last food he ate? Emmm, then I remembered he cooks his own food and I instantly felt guilty.
Mrs. Glover. Yes, Doctor. That name brought me out of my reverie. What was his last meal? Am not sure but when he came back, he was not in the mood for food but went straight to bed. Kate lied.
Meaning he might have eaten from outside. The poison has done just about five hours’ damage. Where ever he might have been to after work is the problem then. He said and slumped into his chair.
I saw the fear in his eyes. Is it bad Doctor? Kate found herself fidgeting with her hands and asking in a worry tone. We did our best in there, but he is still in critical condition. Still in the ICU. I will do my best as a doctor, I know Glover he will pull through.
You brought him here on time. And how are the little ones doing in there. They are fine, Kate managed to say and smile. Can I ask a question? Are you his friend? Kate asked the doctor. Why do you ask, I don’t really know any of his friends?
Are you sure, that is all Mrs. Glover. You can call me Kate. You don’t need to be formal. Okay Kate. He called. So are you his friend, Kate asked once more.
And are you asking because you are worried about him. No Doctor am not. Kate said without any emotions. I said that before I realized it came out the wrong way. I mean Doctor, I want to be sure he is in very capable hands.
Who will not be worried, meeting a sight like that in your early stages could cause a miscarriage. I replied again.
You just said you are not worried. Common Doc am not heartless, am just scared he might not survive it. I understand you; your husband since he joined us in this hospital has rather been a reserved and workaholic type.
He has never gone on any of his breaks off duty. He appears to me as a rather strong man, than what you are worried over now. He will pull through.
No, we are not really friends. He hardly meets the rest of our colleagues for drink ups when we ask him to. However, I was very glad when he called on me a few weeks ago; he wanted me to be your doctor.
I was actually requesting for some breaks for some few months but he made me understand you are very important to him so I should do this for him. He offered to run my shifts for me. I saw this as a good gesture, meaning he is capable of loving, appreciating and above all trust.
He is a good man; at first, I thought he was just not capable of love. Doc why are you telling me everything I already know. Did he complain about me in anyway?
Come in please, Mr. Glover interrupted our conversation. Doctor, if anything am his Dad. I should be here as well. Mr. Glover standing at the door still ajar, I saw the sad face of Mrs. Glover. Looks like you have been in here for a while and a poor mother is out there scared out of her mind.
“Cold blue, I heard nurses rushing on the floor dragging along medical gadgets.” Then the Doctor rushed out, Nurse what is going on.
Code blue, room three. Your patient priority number one. OH geez, the doctor yelled and rushed away without saying anything. As if I do not know what cold blue is, I quickly rushed after him. He disappeared into one of the buildings.
Nurse, what is going on? I see everyone rushing in and out. Kate asked. One doctor Glover is …, she did not finish before I collapsed in my mother in laws arms.
When did she even follow me that I did not realize? I woke up for what looked like hours because my doctor was attending to me. Looks like he has finished resuscitating Nectar. Tell me, is he okay. I managed to say silently. Do not stress yourself I heard Matts say.
Matts you are here. Is he okay? Katie, relax. The babies are not doing well. Let the doctor check you up first. Why is no one talking? Mum, Dad. I called out to my in-laws. They just looked on with so much sadness on their faces.
Someone talk to me, I yelled. Come down Kate. Let me just check this wonderful twins. They are important; your husband will not forgive me if I let anything happen to you.
We will talk when am done. I just thought what the point was, risking these children’s life. Okay. I breathed heavily and gave permission to proceed.
With Matts holding my hands. I watched on while Doctor Sylvester did his checkups and finally sighed. One of the twins are having a poor heartbeat. I will give you a few medications and watch you for this evening. If tomorrow morning you are still not okay, then we operate immediately.
You need to take it slowly from now on. Relax. Worry will not help you. Can you do that for me? The Doctor told Matts.
To be continued