Chapter 11
639 Words
After a long ride the taxi finally came to a halt at the front of a tall building which had a huge signboard which says saint Francis hospital.
Hazel got down from the taxi holding a large bouquet of flowers. She stared at her wristwatch before going into the building.
It’s been a while since she last visited. With a lot on her mind, her first case, being on the verge of loosing her job and the whole 31st street thing. She couldn’t remember the last time she visited.
She walks straight to the counter where a nurse was standing holding a pen and a paper.
“I’m here to see Claire Williams” she said.
The nurse nodded. She scanned through her book and when she finally looked up she said
“Ward 7 room 102”
“Thank you” Hazel said as she walks off to find ward 7.
After a long search, she finally got to ward 7 room 102. She opened the door and walked in with a smile.
A feminine body wrapped in bandages allover laid on a stretcher. The only part of her face that was visible were her lips. She laid lifelessly on the stretcher.
Hazel walked to the table which was close to the bed. She placed the flowers on it and sat at a wooden chair next to it.
She slowly pressed her hands against Clair’s as tears dropped down her cheeks.
It’s been years since the incident and still Clair hasn’t moved an inch. She could vividly remember when they were still at the orphanage, Clair loved to play and run around even when their care giver madam Theresa would warn them not to.
She loved breaking rules, like watching movies when it’s already bed time. She and Hazel would sneak to the sitting room to watch tv when everyone else were asleep and they never got caught.
The thought of that made Hazel smile admits her tears. She missed Claire a lot.
“I’ll be here whenever you choose to wake up and I promise to find those people who did this to you, who did this to us” she said as more tears gushed out from her eyes.
The door opened and a tall dark skinned man walked in. He wore a blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of black trousers. He had a stethoscope around his neck.
“Ah Hazel, it’s been a while since you last visited” He said as he walked into the room.
“How’s she doing?” Hazel asked wiping off her tears with the back of her palm.
“She hasn’t shown any sign of consciousness since the last time you visited” the man said with a look of disappointment.
“You know Hazel, they’re some people who never make it back alive once they travel to the land of unconsciousness, don’t feel disappointed if......”
Hazel didn’t allow him finish his statement before she interrupted.
“You’re saying she’s not going to wake up?”
“Not that, I’m just saying her case might be beyond medical care Hazel and you know what that means” he replied.
“Fifteen years ago we were involved in a fire accident and that’s what happened nothing more” Hazel said almost yelling.
“You and I know there’s more to it than you’re sharing, the earlier you open your eyes to the obvious truth, the earlier she wakes up from her slumber” He replied as he turned to leave.
“When you’re ready to do what you have to do, you know where to find me” he added before he opened the door and left.
Hazel lets out the loud cry she had been holding back, followed with a solitary tears rolling down her cheeks.
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