Her eyes kept on gazing at me,,, nobody could tell what she was thinking from where she was standing,,, but at first one could tell she was sad, with the way her cheek meat sagged, then for another moment she was smiling, her smile was so broad to her eyes, it was not an evil smile, it was not a vengeful smile nor was it an intimidating one, but one full of admiration. She neared my bed and held my leg as she perused my whole lying body, with her quite big eyes, "you'll get well soon don't worry," she said as her hand moved to my arm.
All of this was happening, because I was in my comma, if I could talk if I could see, maybe madam Patricia would have not been in my room even for a second, not that I hated her but I didn't want to live the life which my friends expected me to, Madam Patricia's approaches showed seemingly that she wanted me to be her boy, the way she was staring at me smiling wildly, it was a sign already that that was where all of this was heading, but I had never thought in my life to ever live such a life, playing around with old ladies, or dating with married women or even just being in a relationship with an older lady than me.
"You know if he would have been conscious you would not even have entered the hospital door," Peter said mischievously behind her back, "hahaha, I know," Madam Patricia laughed turning her head to look at Peter who glanced with a calm smile, "but your friend is so gorgeous Peter," her old voice, rumbled in obsession, Peter moved closer and joined madam Patricia to admire my lifeless body, "I don't know why he hates me or why he is playing hard to get," Madam Patricia continued, "he doesn't hate you, he is not just ready to give in to the life," Peter replied convincingly, "but you are his friend almost all of you have your rich mummy's, and he sees the good life all of you are living, moreover there is no place they have said it's a sin, " "don't worry Madam Patricia, he is going to change, all he needs is a change in his perspective, what I need you to do is to start being persistent and so much persuasive, it will help,"
They continued with their conspiracy dialogue,it was happening under my feet but what could I do. After Madam Patricia had left, my mother came in, as they sat in the doctor's office they didn't know what to tell each other, they wondered why everything seemed so hard in my case at that very time, now they didn't know why the doctor had called them, "aaah Ma and Mr Peter," the doctor began his speech, drawing some imaginary circles on his table with his pen, "your son is fine, very perfect, but aaah....." "But what!?" My mother couldn't even let the doctor finish, "Ma, come down please no need to panic, " the doctor said trying to force a smile over his anxiety, "we have tried to revive him but it's been a process and I think it will be better if we take him to a higher course, in our hospital we don't have all it takes, to make him recover as expected."
My mother held her head firmly, like it was going to drop, "Peter, where is the money for the higher course," her breath was like a breeze, the papers on the doctor's table flew a distance on her exhalation, " Ma, don't worry we are going to figure this out , okay " Peter tried to calm her down from the panic she was having, "so you will just sign here as we prepare to transport him to Wilmore referral hospital. "Okay doctor no problem."
As much as Peter assured my mother that they were going to figure everything out, he didn't know which path to take at that point, all ideas had fled from his brains, he didn't know who to call, if it is our friends they had paid for this hospital bills he couldn't go and ask them once again for another hospital bill which was even much higher than the one they paid for, he couldn't call his parents to ask for such a huge amount of money, what was he going to tell them he was going to use it for, the same applied to his sponsor Madam Violet or should I say his 'sugar mummy', all doors were shut.
"Hello, mama Hilda, it's my son he is in the hospital I was wondering if you could at least lend me some money I will give it back as soon as he recovers," that was my mother she was not going to sit down and watch his son perish on the wish of the angel of death, as much as all of whom she called turned her down she kept on calling, "mama Fred it's not like that I promise, I am going to refund please," it was all in vain, everyone was hard to help.
"Heeey!!!" My mother cried painfully as she sat down, her eyes bent on the phone she was carrying, as if she was pressing something, if even her eyes saw nothing in her view, the tears which failed to drop covered her eyes like a semi-melted eyes, "my son is going to die ooh!" Her words were so sharp, that Peter couldn't hold on his tears, the cry from my mother stake him in his heart like a new smelted spear from the fire, "hello Winnie," my mother called my siblings one by one, "your brother is going to die oooh, you guys need to do something or tomorrow we are going to have a funeral," " ah momma, stop saying that," Winnie said in agony, "you people need to do something for your brother, what did I give birth to you for," those words were like a lamentation, they were full of regrets and plead.
" Mr Peter, you need to pay for the transportation, we have already communicated to the other hospital they are expecting you please," the doctor's word, hasten Peters mind, who was he going to call now, "please God I know I am a sinner but please give me a way out please....." Before he could finish his prayers the way out was there, it was always there looking at them all this while, Madam Patricia.
"Hello, madam Patricia," Peter spoke his left hand patched on his chest while his right hand held on the phone on his ear, he didn't know if it was going to bear fruit, "hello Peter is everything okay," madam Patricia had barely came out of her car when the call came in, she had decided to go back home, after the visit to the hospital. Her mind rushed with different ideas to why Peter had called, 'was he dead' that was the first idea that came to her mind because, he had been at the hospital barely forty minutes ago why was Peter calling again, her heart was pumping drastically, it was about to pop out from her chest, "Madam Patricia everything is okay....." "Oh thank goodness" everything in her body went back to normal, "it's just that the hospital has said he needs to be transferred to a referral hospital," Peter continued his voice breaking from the previous crying and weeping, "but they need us to pay for the transportation and also for the bills for the other hospital he is being transferred to,,,, and truly we don't have any funds right now, Madam Patricia please if you could help us just pay for the bills even if it's half we will be grateful,"
There was a silence after Peter finished talking, Peter didn't know what to do, if to continue talking or to wait on the other side of the call. The silence grew intense for the next few seconds, Peter closed his eyes in surrender, he knew what the silence meant, the only person he thought was the last hope, now said nothing, he was waiting for her to cut the call or should he cut it to save her the stress,
"I will pay."