BISI – THE OTHER WOMAN EPISODE 10
By Jon Doe
Holding her against his chest all felt right with the world. Through her half sleeve blouse he could feel her heart beating, in sync with the sobs from her throat. Her violet perfume settled his mind into a state of comfortable familiarity. He would do whatever it took not to lose her he thought. With her hair sprayed across his chest he looked up to the sky, the white of the hospital ceiling obstructing his view. Does she suspect? Namdi wondered. Though it had only been two days since her, he knew how perceptive Zainab was. Returning his eyes to earth he watched the tear filled jewel in his embrace. No, there is no way she suspects a thing.
“Don’t you dare die on me. Have you heard? Only I get to kill you! Foolish foolish man.”
At a loss for words Namdi could only mumble sounds of comfort, holding Zainab tighter, the last of her tears absorbed by his bandages. Together they listened to the orchestra around them, seconds turning to minutes. Quieter than the hospitals I remember, a little strange without the sounds of other sick or dying patients Namdi thought. It feels like I’m forgetting something important. Before he could ponder deeper a voice intruded.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not too much.”
“Well, my ribs for starters.”
Zainab stared at the tear soaked bandages for a bit before her lips pressed against it, a red imprint evidence of her planted flag. Namdi’s eyes involuntarily closed from the mixed signals, heart beat quickening.
“And here, above my left eye.”
She could see the steri strips placed across a half inch suture. Reaching up she gently planted a kiss on the surgical tape.
“Here too; actually it hurts the most.”
“Silly man, I see no bandage on your lips.”
“It’s an internal injury, you can ask the doctor. Scouts honor”
“Pshh, you were never a scout.”
Tittering, a lacquered nail gently pressed against his lips on the suspected spot, shortly followed by her rosy lips, quietly silencing him. Namdi forgot it all, the world, his pain, his fears, drowned away by the taste of her as his heart raced. His hands reached for her waist, lifting her on top of his abs, hunger growing. Deeper and deeper they sunk into their kiss, the orchestra fading into the distance even as it grew in crescendo. Their gasps and moans were muffled, their only semblance of restraint. One by one the buttons to her blouse popped open, machinations of his over eager fingers. Impatient he reached up cupping her peaks before they were truly free, her pearly white teeth sinking into his lips.
Sharp, the sound cut through the border into the world Zainab and Namdi had created for themselves. A rude awakening for them who had been lost in each others desires. Namdi saw the intruder first, an advantage of his position. Zainab in a flurry of motion.
“Oh, ah… em… it’s not what it looks like, she was… she was just administering first aid Doctor… Doctor… sorry who are you miss?”
“Doctor Oluwakemi, your attending physician.”
“Are you also here to administer first aid?”
A blush was born on the cheeks of the doctor but she quickly covered it.
“Your heart was racing setting of an alarm and your vital signs went flat. I’m surprised you didn’t hear it”
“Well, we were kind of in the middle of something before your untimely entrance”
“I apologize for caring enough to not let you die.”
“As long as I have enough money to afford the treatment right!”
Namdi retorted, his voice biting. Surprised at the complete 180, Doctor Oluwakemi took a step back, hands holding a clipboard up to her chest as a makeshift shield. The air chilled in the private patient ward.
“I think… I should find you another attending physician”
She mumbled, edging toward the door.
Zainab, a single button still undone on her blouse, could see the hesitation behind the cat eye glasses the doctor wore.
“Doctor I apologize on his behalf. He doesn’t like hospitals. Namdi?!”
Reaching out, she placed her palm on his arm calming the shivers she was close enough to see. Seeing Zainab’s unyielding disposition Namdi caved.
“My bad doc, got a little bit of a bad flash back. So how long were you watching for?”
She blushed again, her body visibly relaxing.
“Namdi! Doctor I suggest you don’t bother being gentle when treating him.”
“That will be taken under advisement. I’ll give you a minute to calm down.”
With one last look at Namdi she turned around. It was then Namdi noticed a small hill right below his waist, capped off by the hospital gown. Flustered he rushed to press the budding mushroom down leading to painful repercussions. Sighing he began running numbers in his head, Zainab’s unrestrained smile warming up the room.
“Alright doctor you can turn around now. You look kind of young for a doc. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
A subtle change occurred in Doctor Oluwakemi when she heard this. They both watched her make her way to his bedside. She immediately saw the lipstick on his bandaged rib. With a pencil she poked it not too gently.
“Does it hurt?”
Tears struggled to escape Namdi’s eyes but he sucked it back in shaking his head, aware of Zainabs watchful gaze.
“What about here?”
Her pencil jabbing harder at another section of tender ribs. Namdi nearly bit his tongue as once again he bore the pain with little expression on his face. Behind Doctor Oluwakemi, Namdi could easily read Zainab’s silent words. He became even more determined to not make a sound. Reconnecting his sensors, her eyes lingered on his lips.
“I don’t remember you having a cut lip”
Puzzled she checked the chart. Zainab’s blush went unnoticed.
“I bit myself, lips taste better than your hospital food.”
“Doc, can he be discharged today? My parents will be joining us for dinner.”
“Today? Zainab, I’m not sure i’m in the condition to survive a dinner with your dad”
“Hush, you aren’t the doctor”
“Doctor please tell him/her”
They said at the same time, 2 pairs of eyes, one demanding, the other pleading. Under the weight of the attention Oluwakemi quickly turned to the chart in her hand. With a finger she pushed at the bridge of her glasses, taking her time to collect herself. She turned to Namdi, expression of unfinished revenge evident.
“Yes, he can be discharged this evening. Lucky man, there were only light bruising and a minor cut on his forehead”
“This is light and minor?! You just want to get rid of me don’t you?”
“Sir! I do not take lightly what you are inferring.”
“Inferring? Just admit it. I want a second opinion. I hear about female doctors being…”
“Quit it Namdi!”
Like a puppet on a string he bit back the rest of his words. With a smile Zainab washed away Namdi’s initial outburst.
“Thank you doctor. If you don’t mind giving me your number in case something comes up.”
“That’ll be fine.”
Zainab reached for her phone nestled between a vase with plastic flowers and her purse; swiping before handing it to the doctor.
“Here, if you don’t mind typing it in.”
“That reminds me, here’s his phone. Paramedics left it at the front desk.”
Namdi watched his phone fall into Zainab’s hands, an unexplained dread sinking in. Could she have left something in it? The thought now born in his mind. There was no reason for Zainab to open his phone. She hadn’t before. But then again she had never had a reason to. Still, there was no reason for her now. Or was there. Maybe she did suspect something. Round and round his thoughts went coming to a grounding halt when he remembered one crucial moment.
“My ring! What about my ring?!”
He shouted, stunning the two ladies with phone in hand. Zainab’s gaze traveled to Namdi’s fingers while Oluwakemi looked puzzled. They then both looked at the doctor, one in earnest.
To be continued