Festac, Nigeria
“Doctor, can you give me a sensible explanation, how did I end up here?”
Marilyn Duke looked the doctor over with an expression that was no less than
irritation. “You don’t even know what happened to you, do you? Your husband
brought you up here and had to leave for work later. You were unconscious” He leveled her stare. In that single moment, understanding flushed. Ronald had
beaten her bad again. The last time, he had sworn with heaven and the sands of
the sea that he would never hit her again. She never understood why she always
forgave him and stayed back with him despite her resolution to not.
This time she would
rather die than be mocked by herself again. “Thank you for your time doctor but
can I be discharged?” This time the doctor was nicer “Marilyn, this is the
fourth time we will be treating you of these injuries. This time, it is very
serious”. Her chest did a fast take. She didn’t understand what he was saying
but she sensed ill news.
“Marilyn, you were three weeks pregnant but you lost it. I am very sorry.”
“Ah”, she couldn’t say more, her eyes produced tears in a quantity she had
never seen before, wiping was no choice as she chewed the edge of her skirt.
The muscles of her face contracted and released themselves in succession as she
kept sniffing in and out.
In that moment, nothing was more appealing than frying Ronald in hot oil or
cutting off his tongue, hands and ears. She wanted to die. ”Err, Marilyn, your
husband just put a call through, the nurses told him you’re better and he is on
his way as we spe..” She didn’t even give him the luxury of finishing his
sentence as she pulled Doctor Montgomery by his lab coat collar forcefully with
all the strength she had just gained from recovering. “You will get me out of
here this minute!”
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