NATHAN
Stepping out of the hospital for some fresh air, I pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my jean pocket. Taking one out, I lit it up with my lighter and placed it in my mouth, taking a long, slow drag.
I could feel the nicotine spreading through my lungs and warming me up. It was evening time and it was kind of chilly out here.
The city lights were already on, lighting up the roads, bringing out the atmosphere that I had always loved about Lagos. The nightlife.
People milled about the hospital grounds, creating a cacophony of noise. I heard the pattering of feet behind me and took another drag from my cigarette.
Suddenly, someone grabbed my arm and turned me around. I was about to protest at the intrusion but stopped when I saw the person. Jennifer.
She stared me down with h
