With a troubled mind I went in to see the nurse and find out what her condition will be like. I have lost hope and I asked if I could ever see the 'love of my life' again? Hmm...what a life! At the reception everyone seemed busy and I had to run back to the emergency ward to see if anything had changed since I left. In no distant time I arrived there but still no one to talk to.
Alice Jacobs, the way I fondly called her, had made it a tough day for me but I had not felt it since I had been blinded by the slightest taste of love. wow! While I had waited for so long, more than two hours without response, I became nervous and thought of all the beautiful qualities she possessed as a young tender lady. I remembered first her ability to prepare certain dishes which I so much love. The manner at which she greeted my aunt always tells a lot about her inner beauty. Running through her physical qualities made me shed tears. The curves of her lips which always formed the love shape. I thought of her curly natural hair which happens to be the most attracting to me. It happened that I got to know the meaning and usage of the term 'figure eight' when a friend described her to me.
Finally the door opened. Great! what I was waiting for. one of the nurses came around and without hesitation I jumped on her and she was fast to say " we will need the consent of your parents to proceed with your sister." I had told them Alice was my sis to avoid unnecessary questions. I quickly brought out my phone to dial my aunt's number. Checking through my phone I saw I had missed eleven calls all coming from my aunt. Without hesitation I redialed the number and the moment she picked she was so angry I went out with her car. I quickly explained and as she will always calm down to listen to me, she asked me to calm down since I was in tears when I spoke with her.
I went again to ask the nurse what was needed that requires the consent of her parent. She had hesitated to talk but after much pressure she yielded and said "blood!"
to be continued...
©JANOKING
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