12:39PM
Sunday, 12th March
Clinic Road.
Vic, Paul, Harry, and Vivian were walking along the wide clinic road that Sunday at noon. The bus that dropped them at the stop not too far away was heard revving up behind them.
"You guys are the best! Vic said, as joyful as ever.
"You don't have to say it again." Harry said, his voice sounding concerned.
"Ah, that's proud of you! So I can't thank you guys, yeah?"
"Oh, you're welcome!" Paul said, accepting the bait with all teeth.
"He wasn't thanking you, robber. He wasn't thanking anyone! He's just trying to make us feel good with words!" Harry said, while glaring at Vic, who formed a heart with his hands,
"I heart you too, Harry!"
"Ughhh, we should have just left this guy at church."
Paul took out his phone, glancing at a few things. "Looks like we have a match today; Man City is playing Powerhouse. See, the stakes are so on!"
Harry, being a bit uncomfortable, looked at Vivian behind them.
But he shook off the feeling.
She didn't see, too bothered anyway.
They got to the school clinic soon after.
The small group of buildings was situated close to the hostel area. A semi-silent standby generator went on in the background as an overhead light flickered on the roof.
The group was silent as they went through the formalities at the clinic. And soon they got to Osas' room.
"Yo!" Vic waved his arm.
"Hey!" Harry raised his head.
"…" Paul just glared at him.
"…" Vivian hid behind Vic.
The room looked like a small cubicle; just a blue-curtained window added something to keep it from looking bland. Osas lay on a bed by it, his face pale, his eyes floating in their sockets. He looked at them, turning his head just a bit.
"Hey! What's up guys?" His voice sounded softer; it made them flinch in surprise.
"You look like… OW!"
Vivian kicked Vic's leg.
Harry walked to the side of the bed and took Osas' hand in his to form a handshake. "How are you doing, man?"
"I'm fine, heh." He smiled, lightly "I know you, Harry, but who are these people?"
"Well, we just came to check up on you, see if you're okay."
"Ah…" He turns his head downwards, frowning underneath. "That's a first."
"When are you checking out?"
"I don't know. They didn't tell me. But," He forced a smile on himself and looked up at Harry. "It'll be over before you know it, heh."
Then in a really low voice.
"… do you remember anything from—"
"Well," Harry cut Vivian off. "We're just glad you're okay! But this is like a lesson to you: no more rebellions."
"… I didn't do it."
Paul raised an eyebrow.
"Huh?" Harry exclaimed.
"I mean… I know what I did, but guy, that… that was not me."
At that, Vivian folded her arms.
"So what? You don't want to take responsibility? You hurt people, guy!" His voice got raised without him knowing it.
"Harry, it's okay." Vic held his shoulder.
"…" He had a fist on Osas' bed, that was unlike him.
"Hey, Osas!" Vic called at him. "Get well soon, yeah? You and I have got to talk."
"Who are you again?"
"…?"
He went white as a ghost.
"… Well, let's go then. See you later, Rowdy."
"Th-thank you!"
"No problem! Take care!"
They leave the room.
At least, most of them do.
One of them stood inside, staring down at the feeble youth, with nothing but questions in her eyes.
"…"
It was the girl with clothes bigger than her.
"My memory is… hazy. But I don't think I've met you before. So…"
"Vivian, Vivid Vivian. I have some questions I would love to ask you."
To be continued.