The President last day

Chapter Eight

"How are you darling?"

It echoed like a heavenly word that descends upon the facade of her heart. She moved like a wall gecko stoned.

Mrs Johnson chuckled and Aviva's grimace seemed she had reminisced of the dreadful incident she recently encountered. She erupted into rips. Mrs Johnson scurried down on her knee and held her arm, she seemed to have salvaged her psyche. One of the nurses entered.

"Hope she is is alright ma'am"

"Yes, she is", Mrs. Johnson replied the nurse.

She assisted her to sit decently on the chair and brought out her brown handkerchief to scrub her face. Not only what happened to her that made her wept, but also the feat she had committed to studying hard would go impractical without attempting the impending examination.

"Hope they've given you your drugs today?"

"Yes", Aviva nodded.

"What of this?", Mrs. Johnson raised one.

"Yes", she pouted

"And this", asked Mrs. Johnson looking into her eyes.

"Yes", she became overwhelmed.

Mrs. Johnson inferred she wasn't interested in the dialogue. Though she knew Aviva would have used all the drugs, she was just looking for means to force words out of her mouth to feel how healthy she has became. She was filling up all the drugs as she was checking them. Aviva was involved with one of the drugs manuals. When Mrs Johnson was done packing the drugs she became occupied with her phone, she was reading a message sent to her by one of her informants and the chief physician entered.

"Are you returning to Atlanta today?", he asked.

"Yes", Mrs Johnson replied

"Huh, it is okay, please take good care of her", he retorted.

The chief physician took his leave. Mrs Johnson looked at his rear and chuckled. She concentrated on her phone when the chief physician exited. After some minutes she took her pen and jotter and wrote some information. She seemed pissed off and she dropped the phone in her bag with her palm at the forehead. She had to compose herself so that Aviva won't become worried by her reaction.

She gave Aviva a helping hand to stand up and wear her footwear, she tried to wave the aid but Mrs Johnson didn't retreat her hand. They strode to the reception and Aviva held her stomach.

"I am hungry", she said

Mrs Johnson looked behind, it felt as if cold water penetrated her oesophagus, internally she was overwhelmed with joy. She knew Aviva had regained her health for her to have requested for food, something she had been coerced to take since the incident.

"What would you like to eat?", Mrs Johnson asked

"Rice will be ok", she replied.

They walked through the exit and entered one of the nearest inns. While Aviva was busy eating Mrs Johnson was occupied with her telephone, she seemed to be engrossed with something, it might be important information concerning one of the cases she is handling, she doesn't joke when it comes to working.

Jack and Harvey entered the restaurant, at first they didn't notice Aviva was there. Forthwith Harvey saw her, a heavy obscure block hit his psyche, he eyed the floor. He tapped Jack and gave him a sign, Jack saw Aviva and put on the facade of boldness yet it was his hand that held the urine coming out uncontrollably.

Mrs Johnson noticed Aviva wasn't livable and seemed to have lost concentration, she did as if she didn't notice anything. She continued with what she was doing, she glanced at her again, this time she left what she was doing on her phone. Aviva didn't notice Mrs Johnson had been keeping an eye on her. Ire had gripped her teeth with revenge, she pretended to have let it go but her heart couldn't stop burning anytime she had the reminisce of the incident. Mrs Johnson decided to turn back and looked in the direction of where she was looking at, unfortunately, Jack and Harvey had used the exit. Mrs Johnson thought she must have been envisaging something. Aviva continued eating her food but this time with disinterest.

She noticed Mrs Johnson focused on her.

"I am okay", she said.

Mrs Johnson looked into her eye surprised and gave her an indifference look.

"You haven't eaten anything, aren't you the one that said you are hungry now?", she retorted.

Aviva was mute. She glued all her fingers together, Mrs Johnson was expecting a reply. Aviva was breathing unstoppable. Mrs Johnson was about to stand up and held her forthwith she scatter the table where she was eating and threw the plate, cup and spoon on the floor prompting the plate to break. The inn attendant came to the rescue.

The taxi which Mrs Johnson ordered was already at the front of the hospital when she messaged him. She stepped out with Aviva and seemed angry. She had already booked the flight that will take them back to Atlanta. She didn't utter a word to Aviva right from the moment she exhibited a glimpse of madness.

The taxi driver knew something was wrong because she had never met Mrs Johnson in such disposition right from the day he knew her. She felt like asking but the confidence was beneath his bum, however, she decided to put on the facade of his confidence even though he wasn't himself.

"Ma'am, hope there is no problem", she asked.

Mrs Johnson felt reluctant to answer him.

"Not all, thanks for your concern"

Despite hearing that the taxi driver knew something was wrong. A thunderous voice echoed from behind, Mrs Johnson and the taxi driver were shocked. They turned back and it was Aviva, Mrs Johnson blamed herself for taking her away from the hospital. She felt she should have at least leave her there for some weeks, the decision wasn't because she wanted her to return home suddenly, but because of her work which wouldn't permit her to come back to Michigan. She made up her mind to take her directly to the hospital once they arrived at the Hartsfield - Jackson Atlanta international airport.

The taxi had been sceptical since she heard Aviva's voice. The voice sound familiar to a wailing voice he couldn't trace on a sunny day. He was still trying to discern the voice till they reached Detroit Metropolitan Wayne County Airport. Mrs John and Aviva took the flight to Atlanta.