CHAPTER FIVE
Lamisi rubbed her arms as the sensation of needles pricked into her skin. She had to look down to make sure they weren’t real. She hated hospitals. No, not even close to the word. Detested, deplored, despised all rolled into one would better suit her feelings about the institution. She still hadn’t gotten over childhood incidences of treatments and injections which had supposedly been meant for her own good.
Detesteddeploreddespised“Are you okay?” Precious asked as they sat in the waiting area of the Emergency Room while Blaise’s two friends had gone to his bedside.
She lied with a nod while clasping her trembling hands together. She wouldn’t be okay until the disgusting antiseptic scent left her nostrils.
Precious shook her head with a deep frown altering her beauty. “I’m
