AKIN
Desire's mum rushed into the hall and ran to me when she saw us standing by the entrance. But she was not alone, she was accompanied by her husband, Mr Charleston. We hardly ever said a word to each other, other than me greeting him and he nodding in acknowledgement.
"Where is my daughter? How is she?" She asked immediately she walked in. She looked weary, scared and had tears running down her face.
"She's in surgery, she'll be fine ma," I tried to reassure her but really I was trying to reassure myself. I just had to hope she would be fine, I don't know how I would live with myself if she wasn't. While waiting, Jennifer had told me about some patients she had treated who had suffered from one mental issue or the other because of an untreated concussion.
Hearing that had struck f
