Eva's POV
Mom had to go home to take care of Abam. I entered Ade's ward, tears streaming down my face, after the nurses told me I could see him but warned me not to stress or disturb him. He was still unconscious, his chest rising and falling faintly. I leaned close, desperate to hear his heartbeat, but it was slow—too slow. My tears fell harder as guilt consumed me. I wished I'd never started that stupid fight with him. Sitting in the chair beside his bed, I took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and prayed with all my heart for God to bring him back to me. I couldn't imagine life without him.
The memory of Abam telling me Ade wasn't living with us anymore hit me like a tidal wave. My world had stopped, like a potato masher had crushed my entire life in an instant. His face was supposed to look into my eyes, right? He was supposed to smile at me, blow me kisses, talk to me. What if he was so angry with me that he chose to die? I still loved him. I always would.
"Ade! Ade! This isn't happening!" I cried, shaking his motionless body. "Is this how you're going to punish me? If anything happens to you, I'll hate you, and then I'll kill you, and then I'll kill myself!"
Seeing him like this was unbearable. The pain cut deep, and I blamed myself. Why had I been so harsh? Why malaria? He was fine just weeks ago. I stood and stumbled to a corner of the room, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was the third day in the hospital with Ade, still unconscious. His pale face, his lifeless body, those stupid wires, and the relentless beeping of that irritating machine haunted me. The doctor kept saying, "We pray he survives."
"He will. God loves him," I snapped, anger flaring.
"We pray so," the doctor replied softly before leaving the ward.
I looked at Ade, my heart breaking. He wasn't talking to me. He wasn't smiling. Just lifeless. Just motionless.
On Thursday, the fourth day of his admission, something terrible happened. Ade's breathing became erratic, heavy gasps followed by shallow exhales. His body trembled as if he were having a seizure, his face drained of all color. Terror gripped me.
"Doctor!" I screamed, rushing out of the ward to the doctor's office.
The doctors hurried in to examine him. I waited outside, peering through the window, my heart pounding. They were using the defibrillator—his body jerked upward with each shock, again and again. I prayed desperately, begging God for a miracle. Mom was there now, along with Lucy, Helen, and Clover. When the door to Ade's ward opened, I rushed to the doctors, searching their faces for answers.
"We tried our very best," the doctor said, giving me a solemn nod. "He's not responding. We couldn't save him."
"What!" I screamed, dizziness overwhelming me.
I collapsed, everything fading to black. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed, tubes restricting my movements. Mom's cries echoed around me. Lucy, Helen, and Clover were crying too. I refused to believe it. It was a lie. I tore the wires from my body and staggered out of my ward, ignoring Mom's cries of "Eva! Come back!"
I stumbled into Ade's ward and saw the defibrillator. Maybe if I used it, he'd come back, right? Trembling, I grabbed it, positioned it over his heart, and pressed. His body jerked upward, and I gasped, dropping the machine in fear. Reality crashed over me. He was gone. We'd lost him in the last thirty minutes. But his cells still had a few hours before they'd fully die—there was still a chance, wasn't there?
"Ade, you have to survive," I sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I love you… You'll wake up, or I'll kill myself!"
"Eva, open the door!" Mom screamed, banging on the ward door.
I caressed Ade's cheek, squeezing his hand gently. He couldn't leave me—not when I hadn't told him I loved him. I kissed his lips, my tears falling onto his face as I sobbed. Emptiness consumed me. This was my fault. I should die too.
I grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer beside his bed, ready to end it all. As I raised them, I heard a voice shout, "NO."
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So Adejoke just died.
Well, his life is wrapped just around my fingers.
I want him dead tho. He's my favorite and all, don't get me wrong.
Eva! Eva!
I told you'd regret this, hehe!
You'll face the consequences of knowing your Ade… whatever!
Lucy… or Eva?
Will Eva kill herself?
Read on…
Love y'all 😘 and stay tuned for chap 21
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