Undertakings IV – Awakening
It might interest you to know that when Demola opened his eyes, he did not feel any double vision, sharp pain or any of those movie clichés. No.
When he opened his eyes, he just opened them.
For a moment though honestly, he really thought he was dead.
Why? Have you ever been hospitalized in Eko Hospital?
Know that cliché about hospitals being painted in white? That hospital – or at least the ward Demola was hospitalized in took that cliché to the limit. Everything; from the tiles on the floor to the asbestos on the ceiling (typically) was white. The walls, window blinds – the small refrigerator that stood on one side of the room…even the couch were all white. But then, there was something on the couch that broke the sea of white.
Demola’s eyes widened.
He was not immediately sure of what he was looking at, but it looked curiously like a girl.
He straightened suddenly – and groaned loudly in pain. Instantly he sank back to lie on the bed, images from – earlier; it must be, flashing in his head. He closed his eyes and saw himself speeding round a corner; suddenly seeing a woman in the middle of the road bent over in what he remembered thinking was a obscene position, him twisting the wheel of the Range Rover to the left, the scream of the wheels as they scrambled for purchase on the rain-slick surface of the road, the crash…
He suddenly felt someone lean over him.
“Are you alright?” a soft voice asked.
Demola frowned mentally. That was a voice he was sure he had never heard before. A nurse?
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Okay. Stop here if you think the next few lines describe a fantastic-looking ‘romance novel chick’. This is real life.
Anyway, Demola opened his eyes again and saw an ordinary looking girl bent over him. His first impression of her was that she looked like a drowned chicken that someone had managed to dry out. She had been crying and her mouth drooped at the corners. Which did nothing to improve her looks.
Demola frowned physically.
“Who are you?” he tried to say, but all he could do was croak. He cleared his throat and tried again.
“Who are you?” His voice was slightly clearer this time.
“Me?” the girl asked. She was wringing her hands together as though the question made her uncomfortable. She was also standing awkwardly as though she was leaning on something.
“Me?” she said again and Demola became angry.
“No, that statue standing behind you,” he retorted and almost laughed out loud as the girl actually turned her head to look for the ‘statue’. She turned back towards Demola and lowered her eyes, feeling embarrassed.
Demola felt a bit of remorse but before he could say anything she spoke, sounding nervous.
“I’m…I’m Shayo. I was there when you had…the accident happened,” her voice trailed off.
He closed his eyes, vividly remembering scenes of the accident. He remembered clearly how he had left the bar, splashing water on Femi in his anger. He remembered screeching round that corner…almost hitting that girl…
His eyes jumped open in realization.
She was the girl. The girl he had almost hit.
The girl who caused the accident!