The vehicle was not speeding fast, so the driver made a call to a hospital and soon an ambulance with several modifications in the back arrived.
They put him into a gurney and put him inside the ambulance and told me everything was going to be okay.
He just lied down, and closed his eyes.
I knew the other doctors in the ambulance were saying things, but I couldn’t hear them that well..
The ride seemed long as he lay on the stretcher throughout the 5-mile long drive to the hospital.
And the Ambulance ran as fast as he could.
His chest was hurting badly and I could feel his heartbeat beat louder and louder.
I grabbed his hand, and held it tightly.
The journey was bone-shattering to me and I was feeling sick as I got out.
As we reached the hospital, I looked up at the giant sign illuminated by halogen lamps that read ‘HEALTH IS WEALTH HOSPITAL’.
The pungent smell of hospital disinfectant was invading my nostrils.
I was looking up, I nearly ran into an elderly woman supported by a steel Zimmer frame, I apologized to her and moved on.
They got a wheel-chair and took him inside the emergency room.
The room was silent apart from the beep beep sound you often hear in hospitals that indicates you’re alive.
The chief doctor asked a junior doctor to administer an ‘IV drip’ to him, which I later came to know stood for ‘Intravenous drip’.
The IV in his wrist pumped medications into his veins.
I didn’t want to cry, I tried to stay tough, but I couldn’t stand looking at his emotionless face .
The pain was overwhelming.
As I burst into tears.
The doctor asked me to go and sit down.
My gaze swivelled over the waiting room, looking for a place to sit.
The seats closest to it stood empty, between two sweating and shivering men. As one leaned forward and filled the space with harsh, hacking coughs.
I could hear the Mõ@ns from the sick patients and a mother scolding her child as he continuously pokes at the accidental wound he received at home.
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Within a few minutes the doctor walked up to me and had a conversation with me.
Doctor: How is this guy to you he asked?
Deborah: He is my friend, someone shot a gun at him and that was why I rushed him to the hospital.
Doctor: Okay.
We needed to do some tests.
Blood tests, scanning tests, x-rays, a spinal tap, and other tests.
You have to contact his family or guidance, so that they can deposit some money and we can go ahead with the test.
Then the doctor walked away.
I don’t have any of his family contact.
Not even his brother he is living with.
My mind was numb, and I couldn’t really think straight, so many things were going on at one time.
I checked through Olamide’s phone, maybe I would be able to contact his family.
Not quite long a call came in with the name “Uncle Michael”.
Oh uncle Micheal, it was his brother who he was living with in Zaria.
I picked up the call.
Hello, Daniel is in the hospital right now, I said.
What! In the hospital.
How does it happen, he said?
I explained everything to him and within a few minutes he arrived, he was already panicking.
He made some payment and the test was carried out.
Doctor: We carried out a test now, we examined his brain and we discovered that he had a brain injury and required surgery.
There is no sign of a gunshot to his brain.
He hit his head on an object, probably a stone.
Deborah: What!, “Brain Surgery?.
Oh my God!
I was terrified as I screamed and burst into tears.
See what have caused to an innocent soul
Doctor: There is no time, he has to undergo a surgery early tomorrow morning, before the condition becomes worse.
The surgery is going to cost 20 millions Naira.
Uncle Michael contacted his parents and they couldn’t meet up at the hospital because it was late.
Early in the morning his parents arrived and they gathered the money for the surgery.
His mom walked up to me, after hearing that I am behind his predicament.
I tried to greet her, but she asked me to hold my greetings.
You worthless bag of filth, how dare you involve my son in your miserable life.
I tried to apologize but she slapped me at the face.
I saw Uncle Michael also moving towards where we are standing, I can see how angry he is.
Mama leave her alone, don’t waste your spit on this brat.
I will make sure she rotes in jail if anything happens to my brother.
You this bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scvm.
I don’t even understand his big grammar but I know he is insulting me, that was when I remembered that he is a lawyer.
I am doomed, I prayed Daniel survived this.
I don’t know when I started crying.
I wiped my eyes so much they were red and swollen.
My vision was blurry; it was difficult for me to see clearly.
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So I stared out the window, and glanced at the clock every once in a while, checking to see how much closer it was until he went into surgery.
It was 7:00am and the procedure was to start at 8:00am.
Within a few minutes he was rapidly transferred to the operating room.
My eyes were wandering around witnessing how the doctors and nurses were tremendously fast like cheetahs when preparing for his surgery.
With fear running through my veins.
Additional news was given to us about how critical his condition was.
Streams of tears flowed faster than my heartbeat.
The doctor asked us to keep praying for him.
Some hours later the doctor came and told us that Daniel is.
To be continue……………………..?
