Tomiwa POV

I groaned in pain and discomfort as my head hurts like it was pierced by a sharp object. Where am I and why is my thought so loud? I woke up only to find out that I couldn't move my physical body, it just felt like I was trapped in me. I tried to wake up, considering it was a dream. But sadly it was not. I was at the other side and all I could hear was a distant voice saying...

"We are sorry but you brought here in a little too late. She has lost a lot of blood and even with the amount of blood we donate back to her, I just don't know if she can make it especially with how it almost damage her skull."

What were they talking about? My skull was fine, but then I felt the sharp pain in my head again and I knew whoever that was, was telling the truth. That explains why my head was hurting so much.

"She will be fine, she has to. She is my best friend. We have to save her."

I knew that voice even with my eyes closed. I knew that voice even if l was intoxicated. I knew that voice belonged to Erica. But what does she mean save me? I'm right here, I'm  perfectly fine.  The beeping  of a monitor and the severe banging in my head made me realize I was in the hospital.

How did I end up here?
What's going on?
Who brought me here?
What happened??

Those where my line of thoughts and questions that kept hovering, until I felt a short sharp pain piercing my skin. I opened my mouth to  scream but instead I felt the rubber that covered my nose and mouth which pumped oxygen into my system. I tried screaming again but nothing came out at all. It was like my lips were sewed together. I could feel that whatever they injected in my body was working wonders in my blood stream. The last thing I could remember was Erica singing my favourite song as she persuaded me to stay.

By the time I woke up again, I was in a whole new world, everywhere was white, pure white as the story of  my life began to play right in front of me right from age 0-16. It was then that I had a glimpse of my harsh reality.  But still I just had to ask even if it was going to be rhetorical and no one could hear me.

"Am I dying?"

Erica Hanali POV

I have never been so scared in my entire life. One moment she was with me the next she was in a world of her own. My best friend was in a comma and the one thing I can do to help is sit and pray to Allah for help, something I am not very good at. Yes praying, that is the one thing I am not very good at, even though I was and I still am a Muslim by birth. My father would always have to tie a rope around my hands and yank on it once it was time to pray and I didn't want to go with him. All that was when I was little, but now that I am older and more experienced, I still could not pray to save my own life. How on earth am I going to pray to save my best friend?

I was just coming back from the hospital. And believe me what I saw wasn't something to write home about. I was beyond heart broken and devastating to hear. It was even a miracle that I got the news. I was settling down in my room when my biological older sister walked into the room.

Great! Now what  does she want? Now wasn't the time and I clearly was not in the mind frame for whatever she wanted to say.

"Yaya kake Erica, how was school?"

"Fine." I replied.

In as much as I wanted to be sarcastic or rude to her, I couldn't. She is the firstborn of my mom and therefor way older than me. Besides I wasn't ready to face any consequences that was to come out from being rude to her. She was looking at me as I got out of my school uniform and got into my mufti.

"You don't sound like it was fine. Something happened in school today right? yi min magana sis, me ya faru." She said, asking me what happened in school today. I sighed, I would have to tell her sooner or later so it's better I tell her now and get it over with. I took in a deep breath, taking my sit on my study table to arrange my book.

"School was fine. However, my best friend isn't. She is in a critical condition in the hospital and I don't know what to do."

"Oh Allahu akbar.. Chia how did you know? I didn't hear it on the news. Ahhh  ba lafiya, ka je ka ganta. Hmm have you seen her?"

"Yes. That is where I am coming from. Hmm...  I just don't know what to do with myself. I feel so hurt."

I said at the verge of all. This sort of thing should not be happening at all. At least not to Tomiwa, not my best friend. I've seen her go through the toughest and hardest of days. Why has Allah chosen to punish her further like this? This isn't fair. It's just not fair. It's not fair at all. I didn't know when the tears began falling from my eyes. No matter how much I wiped it, it just would not stop. It was then and only then that my sister finally left her position to give me a hug. That was all I needed at that time.

Dinner came around real quick but I couldn't eat, not with thoughts of Tomiwa on my mind. I was scared for her. She has suffered a lot, and this could not be her end. It just could not. Then ideas came to my head and I decided to voice  it out.

"Mom, Dad, can I got to Dowen Academy tomorrow? There are people I would like to have a word with there."

"Hmm and why is that?" Mom asked and before I could think of a response or even say what I was thinking. Dad spoke countering my idea as he said.

"That won't be necessary. You already have a phone, call them instead."

I looked at my Infinix hot 5 phone that was fixed on the table with me. It vibrated to signal a message had entered. I ignored the  phone and faced my Dad, clearing my throat to get their attention as I spoke.

"I do not have their number baba so it can't work. Besides,  I need to have a one on one conversation with these people. I just need your permission to go there tomorrow"

He looked at me skeptically and after a while. He and my mom talked in whispers for a while before he cleared his throat. I looked at him with so much hope in my eyes, hoping and praying he gives me the permission I need.

"Fine, you may go, but this better not be because of a boy."

"Na gode baba, na gode, thank you." I said finally having the appetite to eat the food in front of me which was masa/sinasir, served with ram head soup (romon kan rago). Once I was done eating, I helped my mom and sister clean up the used plate before heading to my room with a new found energy.

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