Shadow of love episode 53

Claire: So I'm guessing you are nursing my husband, your crush right?

Me: Do you know you've sold your conscience to the devil? You're heartless Claire.

Claire: I know. You don't have to tell me that. I .....

I quickly started walking back into the hospital building, I have to tell William or Harry what was happening.

Me: You say?

Claire: That I'm hoping you are enjoying it while it lasts. Cause Claire is back to cause chaos in your life. I'm going to take everything away from you.

Me: You won't dare.

I found Harry first so I dragged him outside. He wanted to vex and protest but seeing the look on my face and the phone on my ear, he complied and I left him.
I put the call on loudspeaker and also hit the record button. Why was I just remembering it now.

Claire: Watch me. My husband is down, that William's girlfriend is also down. If I take them all out, you ......

Harry smacked his forehead with his palm and fought not to curse out loud.

Me: You shot Anna?

Claire: My humble self bae.

Me: Trust me Claire, you won't get out of this one. I'll kill you myself.

Her crude laughter filled my ears and I shifted the phone away a little.

Claire: Isn't it you? The runaway chicken hearted lover of my husband. It's easy. I'll just send someone to drop a threatening message then you'll just park up and relocate.

Me: Don't underestimate me Claire. I was a fool to have ran away once, but listen, you've touched me where it hurt most. You've come back like rat perceiving the smell of poison and I'll treat you like one. You've hurt people that are close to my heart and I'll hurt you where you'll least expect.

Claire: Drop it babe. You're just all mouth and no action. Take care for now.

I flung my phone and it landed on the floor, crashing into several pieces. I attacked my car but Harry was close enough to stop me. I folded into his hands, hating my weakness, hating my vulnerability, hating my past. The tears fell and Harry held on tight, like I was his baby.

Harry: We'll get her, I promise.

But i wasn't hearing that. Who would lend me a gun? Who would teach me how to use one. Murder! I wanted to commit murder and the only person I see with a bullet on her head is Claire. Harry helped me up and I got into my car.

Harry: Wait up dear, let me inform the others.

I nodded and he ran inside. But did I wait? Could I wait? I got into the driver's side and started the ignition, then I drove out of the hospital like a mad woman. Claire is out on the loose again. And I'm not gonna let her hurt the people I love so much. Never.

I got to the hospital where Tobe was admitted and parked outside. I got in and made straight for the elevator without giving or replying greetings. Seeing Tobe before I go home to soak myself in liquor is the only soothing remedy to my anguish now. I got to the fourth floor and made straight to the room that was allotted him. The door was slightly open so I got in and saw a doctor looking at him and stroking his arm like he wanted to give him an injection.

Me: What'd wrong doc? Is everything okay?

He turned and left without saying anything. I sat on the chair beside the bed and held Tobe's hand. The paleness and slow response of his pulse got my heartbeat hammering in torrent. I bent my head and began a silent prayer. When was the last time I prayed? When was the last time I sought for the face of my creator? Another time for me to use the word, "typical". Typical human beings, only remembering God when we are in trouble.
My prayer was short but very powerful and sincere. I prayed that life be granted back to the body of this man who's breathing aid is now an oxygen.
I did the sign of the cross, pecked his forehead and left the hospital.




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I got into my car and reversed, about pulling into the road when I saw the "doctor" who was in Tobe's room. He was on a call. Instinct told me immediately that he was not a doctor. He was no longer on the white rob. He was wearing a black top that has a hood, his trouser had this rugged cut all over. I cursed out loud and started heating up my car, ready to run the bastard over. He started walking away and I brought my car to life, put it on full speed and without batting an eyelid, I started racing to his direction. Passersby started screaming and waving at him but he was so engrossed in the call that he didn't notice till he was on the floor. I got out from the car and went to where he was lying, half dead. People began to gather and my heart started beating fast. The security men of the hospital was already at the scene. People were shouting at me, asking that I be beaten since I did it on purpose. Some were asking the security men to help take him into the hospital.

Security 1: Madam wetin nau? Why u come jam this man?

Me: Let's take him in first. He's a criminal.

That was all I could mutter before picking up his phone from the ground. On hearing the word, "criminal", their reactions changed immediately. The security men carried him into the hospital and I followed.

The nurses started doing their job, came with a stretcher and wheeled him into the theatre immediately. The second security man stood beside me, like I was going to run away.

Me: Can you call the police?

Security man: Madam, its not our duty to do that.

Me: But I don't have a phone here with me. Call the police please.

Security man: You don jam person, come dey blow big grammar for here.

Me: Listen, you don't know that man, you don't know what he did. If you won't call the police, take me to the senior doctor immediately.

SM: No be for here o. You go pay for all damages first before you speak to our oga.

Then I got it. He wanted " eye wey see". How stupid most Nigerians are.
I brushed past him and he followed suit. I stopped a nurse

Me: Excuse me, how do I see your chief doctor?

Nurse: Do you have an appointment? Or a card?

Me: No but I'm the lady that hit the guy who's in the theatre now.

Nurse: Oh! Come with me.

I followed but the security man tapped me on the shoulder.

Me: You better not touch me again. Fool

The nurse led me to the doctor's office. He was a man in his late fifties. He was reading a medical magazine when we entered.

Nurse: Good day chief

Doctor: Thank you.

He looked up and smiled at me.

Nurse: The accident victim was brought in by her.

Doctor: Alright. You may leave now.

The nurse left and I sat down. He closed the magazine and dropped it on his huge mahogany table.

Doctor: What's your name?

Me: I'm Pamela, Pamela Bernards.

Doctor: How's the victim related to you?

Me: He's not related to me. I came here to see a friend of mine who's in coma only for me to see that guy in his ward, dressed as a doctor. I asked him if something was wrong but he didn't respond. He just left. I was about leaving when I saw him outside on a call. That was when it occurred to me that he's not a doctor but an assassin.

Doctor: Wait a minute, this friend you came to see, is he the patient who was shot by the wife?

Me: Yes doctor. And his wife has escaped from prison.

Doctor: What?

Me: And she's shot another person.

Doctor: I'm calling the police. How can my staff be so careless that anyone can come in here, dress as a doctor and go about his business like he was one of them? They want to spoil the reputation I've built for myself over the years? Or they want me to loose my license?

He picked up his phone and made a phone call to the nearest headquarters.