(Knock on the door)

“Come in!” She opened the door and entered. He sat on the immaculate bed, grinning widely. She didn’t really like him, but he suited her purpose just fine. She beamed at him. He rose up to hug her. “I’m so glad you made it. I thought you were going to stand me up like you did the previous time.”

“Of course not”, she began sweetly. “I had business to take care of then. Now, I’m all yours.” She began kissing his neck and ears simultaneously, whispering dirty nonsense to him. He couldn’t hear what she said but he liked it. His friends were foolish to have tried to dissuade him from pursuing her. She was worth it, he thought to himself. He allowed his hands to travel way down. She stopped him before he could start his ‘exploration’.

You fool! You think I’d let you taste me the third time?

“What?”, he asked, cursing under his breath. Why stop now? He was in the mood.

She smiled flirtatiously. “Nothing. But how about the money you promised? And the jewels?”

He groaned. “Oh come on! Is that why you stopped such a wonderful moment?”, he asked. 

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His improvement is quite remarkable, I must confess. He should be out of here in two days, but he needs a lot of rest”, the doctor explained to Armstrong and his ‘rescuer’. He’d been in the hospital for over a week now.

“Thank you, Jane. Help me greet Biodun. Tell him I’ll come over this weekend.”

“Sure. We’d be expecting you”, she replied and left the room.

“She’s my friend’s wife”, he replied the questioning look on Armstrong’s face.

“I see.” 

The man that had rescues Armstrong was Sunday, a junior staff where he was working before. “I didn’t see your phone so I couldn’t contact your wife. And I don’t know where you are staying now”, Sunday explained.

“It must have gotten lost when I was being beaten and all. You don’t know how grateful you I am for everything you’ve done for me”, Armstrong said.

“All thanks to God. You don’t know what you have also done for me. You’ve helped me in more ways than I can think. Even when the senior staff overrided or abused us, you drew us close like we were family. Or is it when you helped my daughter when she had an attack in that party and we forgot her inhaler at home?”, Sunday recounted.

Armstrong felt humbled. He never knew someone would remember the little things he’d done. “All the same, I should still thank you. I might not have been alive to tell the story. And the doctor did a good job too.” Sunday laughed.

(To Be Continued)

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