Yetunde stared at the door. If she could slam it shut again, she would. Was Romola aware of what she said? She itched her eyes brows again as she leaned against the wall. Romola had to come home. Romola had to return.

She stared towards the room, wondering why Olumide was yet to leave. What had Romola told him that made him look at her that way? Did he know her secret? Her face flushed as she began to pace the length of the hallway. No one knew but Romola. Telling Romola had been a mistake. Was that why her dad had insisted that she see a psychologist? Did they know who Modupe's father's was?

She turned back and walked towards the room, waiting for Olumide to exit and rain insults on her. She had known, she had seen it on the tip of his tongue but he had held his tongue. She clenched her fingers and turned to the door again. She had to explain it to him. She had to convince him that Romola might have mixed up the information she received. Olumide would not want her if he knew what she had done.

She loosened the buttons on the top part of her shirt as she began pacing again. Why was it so hot in this hospital? Her eyes bounced from one door to the other as dread breed despair in her heart. At any minute, Olumide could come out and tell her that he knew..

He could know. Sweat dripped down her forehead. The happiness that she had felt at Romola's recovery began to ebb and a frown marred her features as she turned at this end of the hallway. She needed to have some Ecstasy. She stopped, opened her purse and peered inside. Lipstick, gum, condom, notepad, her phone but no pill. She knelt down and turned her purse upside down, allowing her belongings to clatter against the white tile.

No Pill

No Powder

No Ecstasy.

No Relieve!

She gathered her belongings into her purse. There was always a stash in her purse? Where was it? Her mind flashed back to earlier this morning. Her mother had 'cleaned' her room. Yetunde let out a tortured screech as she rose. "Noooo."

She bumped into a study body before staggering backwards.

"Can't you watch where you are going?!" The middle aged woman with a gaunt, pox riddled child, screamed.

Yetunde raised her hand to wave and apologize but her hands smacked the woman's arm. "I'm sorry"

"Is there something wrong with you? This is not an assylum!"

"I said I was sorry. You sef, are you blind?"

Yetunde glared at the woman, attempting to prop her hand on her waist. She missed. Her hand hung loosely from the sockets. She felt weak like she was hanging on to the last shred of sanity she could manage. Her body had been misbehaving lately. Like it had a mind of its own. A mind that refused to do what she wanted.

She saw the figure charge towards her and she took a large step backwards, "Leave me alone. I didn't do it."

"What's wrong with you?" The woman gripped her wrist but she pushed against the woman.

The woman yelped, going down on her backside first. Yetunde heard the child's cry but she did not look back as she ran towards Romola's room. She heard some voices behind her and the heads sticking out of the rooms on her left and right did not stop her. Her feet brought her to Romola's door and she, panting, wondered if she should go in when Romola didn't want to see her.

This was all Romola's fault. If Romola didn't send her out of the room, she wouldn't have met that crazy woman. She adjusted the gold chain strap on her purse before staring at the woman's direction. There was a crowd around the woman now. Yetunde swallowed. It was all Romola's fault. If Romola wasn't in the hospital, then she wouldn't need to be here.

Guilt paved the way for anger. She knitted her brows as she opened the door. Romola knew Olumide was coming to visit. Romola did not tell her anything. Yetunde's ears roared as she remembered the flirtatious chats between them. It was a good thing Olumide had not taken Romola's phone with him when he came to the flat. She hadn't even wanted to give it to Dami.

She heard footsteps approaching and saw two nurses coming her way. She pushed the door open and hurried into Romola's room, locking the door behind her and panting as she laid her back against the door.

"Olumide!"

"What now?" he groaned.

Yetunde watched him raise his head to stare at her but his body curved behind Romola's in a spooning position. Yetunde's eyes narrowed at Romola's closed eyes. She faced Olumide again. His lips bent in a small curve.

"You have to help me." She stared over her shoulder, as though she expected the nurses to reach her from beyond the door. "I'm in trouble."

He did not take his eyes off her. "Better for you."

"I'm serious, you have to take me home." She eyed Romola's body. What would it be like for her to be held like that by Olumide. She almost salivated at the thought.

"Dami will take you home. He'll be here soon." Olumide drew Romola closer to him. "I can't leave Romola. Not now."

"Why?" Yetunde asked herself. Then louder. "What's so special about her?"

Olumide remained mute but his eyes held all the answers she sought, carrying the depth of her feelings.