The University Teaching Hospital had an influx of patients two days ago.
A violated young girl was brought in shortly after two accident victims had been taken in.
The next morning, another girl found unconscious by the side of the road was carried in too.
Fortunately, the Teaching Hospital had the best doctors and paramedics than any other in the state.
The girl found by the side of the road came awake first, that same evening, her eyes pulled back and blank as she recalled the terror that dwelt with her in the dark room.
And that awful drink they forced down her.
It must have been urine, she was sure, not theirs, their grandmother’s perhaps.
Might not have even been from a human. A goat’s or maybe a cow’s.
She held her belly tight and tried to calm the nauseous feelings.
The next day, the young man brought in with a young girl from the crash scene came awake, his eyes only a narrow slit on his heavily-bandaged face.
He said only one thing—a question— ‘Where am I?’, his voice only a throaty groan.
‘Doctor!’ the nurse in his ward at the time screamed, running to the door.
That same evening, the molested girl found spread-eagled on the hospital bed opened her eyes too.
She checked herself and on confirming what the animal had done to her, went still in desolation.
Her shoulders started to heave. She pulled the white bed cover over herself and cried her eyes out.
But one girl did not come awake that day.
The girl that was brought in with the young man.
Because of the seriousness of her case, she was put away in a different ward, where there were more machines and tubes and wires.
She lay quietly on the bed, a transparent mask framing her mouth, her fate unknown.
Georgina opened her hand and the plump nurse in the room dropped four pills in her palm: two white-and-red capsules and two white tablets.
She took the glass of water and swallowed the pills.
The nurse collected the empty cup and carried the silver bowl she’d dropped on the locker beside her bed.
‘Please can I ask you a question?’ Georgina said.
The uniformed lady turned back to her. ‘Yes?’
‘Who brought me here?’
‘Some students brought you in the morning. They said they found you unconscious by the heap side.’
‘Heap side? That is dust bin na?’
One of the nurse’s eyes rose higher than the other. ‘Yes, dust bin.’
‘Hey!’ Georgina cried. ‘Was I naked? Please do you know if I was naked?’
The nurse shook her head. ‘No, you weren’t naked.’
Georgina sighed in relief. ‘Please, I need to make a call.’
‘Who do you want to call?’
‘Do you have her number?’
‘Okay, let me bring my phone.’
When Georgina learned that April was in the same clinic, three wards away, she felt a sudden draught of emotion.
In April’s ward, she trudged to her bed and sat.
April sat upright in the middle of the bed, leg crossed and back to the wall, her face now a shadow of what it used to be.
‘He must have been Satan himself,’ she said, her empty eyes fixed straight ahead.
Georgina compressed her lips, fighting the urge to cry. ‘I’m so sorry, April,’ she said. ‘I’m so sorry.’
April twisted slowly to her. ‘Why?’
‘I remembered late.’ She took one of April’s hands and covered it in hers. ‘An incident occurred at a supermarket once. A man hit his wife in the full glare of the public. I haven’t seen anything like it before. It was him.’
Georgina nodded. ‘It was him that day, April.’
April gave a slight nod and turned away. A line of tear ran down her cheek. ‘What happened to you? Why are you here?’ she asked Georgina.
Georgina swallowed. ‘Mine is a long story, my sister.’
The door opened and a nurse came in. She was a young smiling nurse; Georgina instantly preferred her to the plump, expressionless one that tended to her earlier.
She looked at the drip sac hanging above the bed and jotted something on the small notebook in her hand.
She looked happy. ‘You are lucky o,’ she said, her tone excited and gossipy. ‘All your results came back okay. Doctor Frank will talk to you later.’
April nodded, her eyes still filled with nothing. ‘Please did you try the number I gave you?’
The nurse turned to her. Her voice sank a further lower. ‘I think your boyfriend is here too.’
‘Please let him in.’
‘No, he was admitted as a patient.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘He was involved in an accident.’
‘Accident?’ April and Georgina said this at the same time.
‘Yes. He was brought in here with a young girl shortly before you were carried in. The day before yesterday was really a terrible day.’
‘What’s the name of the girl?’ Georgina asked.
‘I don’t know but one Mr Jackson is here for her. He was the first we could call from her phone.’
‘Jesus! That must be Loveth!’ Georgina stood.
April’s lips were open, face confused.
‘Please can we see them?’ Georgina said.
The nurse shook her head. ‘The girl is in ICU. But the young man is awake.’
‘What is ICU?’ Georgina asked.
‘Hey!’ Georgina cried. ‘That means her case is serious.’
The slim nurse nodded.
‘And you are sure this man’s name is Harry?’ April asked.
‘Yes. Mr Harry Onwa, I’m sure.’
Georgina’s eyes ran back to the nurse. ‘Did you just say Onwa?’
She turned to April. ‘Is Harry related to Danotel?’
‘His father yes,’ April said. ‘Why are you asking?’
‘What of the mother?’
‘Harry’s mother is late.’
‘But Danotel has a wife na.’
‘Yes, he remarried. Harry’s stepmother. Never met her though.’
Georgina felt a sudden urge to pee.
‘Please take me to Harry’s ward,’ April said.
‘Not sure that is possible,’ the nurse said. ‘The parents are here and you know big people and their wahala.’
The door opened and Abuchi came in.
He ran and hugged Georgina. He was sweaty and Georgina could feel his chest pulsing. ‘Nnem,’ he called her, releasing her. ‘Nnem, what happened?’
‘I’m fine,’ Georgina told him. ‘Did you run?’
‘Yes. Locked my shop as soon as I heard your voice. You sounded so weak. What happened?’
‘I’m fine.’ She clung to Abuchi again.
On the bed, another trickle of tear sped down April’s cheek.
They came out later to meet Jackson on the bench in the hallway.
He stood when he saw April.
He walked to them. He was crying.
‘She’ll be fine,’ April told him.
He hugged April. ‘She hasn’t even said a word to me yet,’ Jackson said. ‘She is still mad at me. If anything happens to her, I’ll just kill myself.’
‘With a knife or poison?’ Georgina said.
Jackson sniffled and turned to her. ‘What?’
‘Nothing. Just asking.’
The adjacent door opened. A man in transparent glasses and lab coat walked out flanked on both sides by a couple. He was explaining something to them. Something about their son’s condition.
Georgina saw the woman. It was Mrs Onwa.
With a large frown she turned away.
Mrs Onwa saw her too, slight surprise on her face as she passed with her husband. She didn’t say a word to Georgina.
April observed the scene and turned to Georgina. ‘Isn’t that the woman we saw on the road the other day? Your aunty?’
‘Is that man Harry’s father?’ Georgina asked her instead.
‘That’s Chief Dan, yes. The lady must be Harry’s step mother. He rarely mentioned her. He told me once that she is the reason he moved out of their main house.’ April looked at Georgina. ‘Do you not know your Aunty’s husband?’
‘I think I need to lie down now,’ Georgina said. ‘My belly has started to hurt again.’
‘Sorry,’ April said.
Georgina walked down the hall into her ward.
April’s mom came shortly after. She was a tall lady in a short gown. She wore glasses and spoke English like a lecturer she is.
‘Why would you go to meet a man you barely know in a hotel?’ she asked April.
April has opened her mouth to say something when Mummy Eucharia started again. ‘Tell me why, April? Tell me why you’d go all the way to a hotel, alone, to meet a man. Tell me.’
‘I never knew he is harmful, mum.’
‘All men are harmful, have I not always told you that?’
April said nothing.
‘If your own father can be harmful, why then do you expect more from a man that is completely unrelated to you?’
Eucharia took some air, inclining her head. ‘Allow me.’
April blinked and pulled further into the wall. She was on the bed and her mum was on a white chair beside her.
‘Is he not supposed to be here now? For you. Is this not the kind of situation where fathers are needed? Where is he?’
Eucharia glanced up at her daughter. Appearing to swallow down something, she nodded and said nothing else.
She shifted and took April’s hand.
In Georgina’s ward, Abuchi bent and took a picture of her.
He took another.
‘Abuchi, makachi, if I get that phone,’ Georgina said, scowling at him.
Abuchi smiled. ‘You look better when sick, I swear! Ka ikwiikwii aguu na acho ngugbu – you look like a starving owl.’
‘Ayi!’ Georgina groaned in pain, holding her waist.
Abuchi dropped his phone and rushed to her. He bent to touch Georgina’s waist. ‘What is it?’
His shaved head positioned well in front of Georgina, she raised her hand knocked it hard.
‘Jesus!’ Abuchi clutched his head. ‘Georgina!’
Georgina started to laugh. ‘Bingo!’
Abuchi was glaring at her. He was about to say something when the door of the ward opened and April walked in.
She was crying.
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21 Comments on “Roommates 2: Episode Two”
oh mon Dieu! hope Loveth makes it
Mama Glo why do u av to stop there now.hope loveth make it. Harry, am nt sure he will forgive April.
Pls don't tell me loveth did not make it
Nawa o. Enough suspense already! Am loving dis roommates story. Keep it up Glo and Co.
Daniel Nkado and Gloria Eze. U both have redefined storytelling. Chai. So alive. Very impressive
Enough suspense…chai. Anxious to know what happened….
Kudos! My georgina did not die o! Thank God. Abeg saturday is too long to wait for the bext story. Can u be doing the series twice a week? Pretty please?
Praying for loveth.
Wow, the twist is quite catching. Mrs Onwa is Harry's stepmom. Can't wait for the next episode. Nuff respect to the writers
Loveth must not die. Noooooo
God!!! Not loveth….
Oh loveth! Please be ok.
Thanks for letting Georgina stay. She's all dat I need
Really interesting as usual..pls Loveth should not die o
Woa!! Woa!! Woa!! this story is getting hotter & hotter everyday. Kudos to DNB crew.