They were lying in their pool of blood.
Dead.
"Nooooooooooo!!!! Femi, Timi...you can't leave me...no... no...no...not now, stand up!"
Tears were streaming down my face and I was trying to get them up.
"Kola...help me take them to the hospital"
The driver came and we tried to lift them into the car, my babies, no... not my babies, no not them, God please no!
"Find the nearest hospital"
"Yes ma"
I tried to feel their pulse.
Dun...dun...dun...
Yes, they have a pulse.
With hope I called the nearest hospital requesting for an emergency response and as soon as we got there, they were taken in.
I paced about in the white tiled corridor desperately waiting for the doctor to emerge from the theatre, I was still shaking from the sight of blood, I've always hated the sight of blood.
