I know I said, no more until two weeks, but you people's theories have made me laugh so much that I just had to do this. Most of your theories are wrong. Totally wrong!

Well, happy reading.

"They wheeled her to the room in the top floor as per orders from the surgeon ma. But I heard from a reliable source that it was his brother who requested for her to be moved there. Miss Hannatu and Mr Ibrahim only have about two hundred thousand in their accounts, it's not enough to pay for that room."

The recipient of his words nodded, letting her bejeweled cane hit the floor in understanding.

"Have they made moves to arrest that boy?" The assistant shook his head, he was still surprised as to why the man was not arrested, evidence of his crime was caught on camera, people protested on Twitter, but the police stood by their statement that they could not arrest him unless Labeebah woke up.

"Keep a thorough eye on the girl. That person is backing that boy up in the shadows and until you find out how safe it is, we cannot take chances. Okay?" The slim, lanky man nodded at her.

" Find me a helicopter ride to and from the hospital tomorrow morning. I need to see Hannatu my self." The slim assistant nodded and put the phone where he left a reminder in his pocket, he wanted to leave but he stood there waiting, rooted by his questions.

"Ma, hmm..." The Matriach of the Dambazzau-Sambo family flicked a glance at her assistant. He seemed to want to know something.

"I'm not sure Ms Hannatu will receive you well, it's been nearly twelve years since you last saw her." The Matriach bit her lower lip in concentration, before replying his question.

"I've cut off all her avenues. She'll be angry, but eventually agree. The girl's life is in grave danger from that boy and the person who is behind him. I want to go there first, offer all my help, lay the cards on the table before they do." The man nodded, but he still had questions so he didn't leave.

"What do you want?" She asked slowly, feeling miffed already. Her voice came out in whisper, but he didn't leave knowing that she was already angry.

"Will you bring here? To Lagos?" The Matriach sighed, then a laugh bubbled out slowly.

"How do you guess my thoughts even quicker than me?" She asked him with a totally white haired eyebrow raised. He bowed his head and waited for her orders.

"Ask someone you trust to get the house on Aderogba lane to rights. Paint it in calming colors, await further orders." He nodded and walked out of the room, making sure the heels of his shoes made no noise. He was over forty years old, but feared the old madam like it was his first day.

He looked up at the clock, saw that the helicopter company would close in an hour and he hurried to the door that led to the outside, where his office was located.

The old madam he left behind watched the door shut with a low click before pulling off the turban cap she had worn that morning over her all white strands hair. She sighed and tapped her hand against the arm of the gold turkish sofa she was sitting on, she tapped it over and over and wondered if her daughter would receive her at all.

Mallam Nasir said it right, she might not get a good reception. But, who is Hannatu where someone wants to take away the only person who has served as her child for twelve years, she would do whatever it takes.

The old woman got up, walked to the bathroom and slowly performed ablution in advance for Zuhr prayers. She set out her large praying mat, picked a long hijab, and by the time the adhaan for prayers was playing, she was already starting her prayers.

She had nothing else to pray for, her children were six then, they became five, her grandchildren were far and between, but one's life was hanging in the balance. She asked Allah to take action, to hold the evil doers and make them stupid till she is able to whisk her grandchild away from the hospital.

About twelve minutes later, she got up, removed the hijab slowly and wiped her eyes, she went to the mirror and lined her eyes with Kohl, adjusted the boubou she had worn all day, wrapped a scarf around her totally white hair before leaving the room.

She needed to see the ocean and think. The house on Aderogba lane was her best bet.

****

"She still has not woken up?"

Dr Ma'mun shook his head slowly, he was tempted to bring back the Pakistani doctor who had operated on her, but it would be too expensive, so all he could do was call over and over.

"We can wait till tomorrow afternoon, if she doesn't wake by then, we'll do a procedure that will wake her up." He watched Labeebah's parents nod mournfully and just as he laid back in his chair after they left, the alarm from Labeebah's room began to blare.

He picked up his stethoscope and ran like his life depended on it. He was thankful her parents had left, if not, explaining how they should calm down would be hard. When he reached the elevator, he saw that it was busy, so he walked and took the theatre's elevator to the top floor. He rushed out of the ICU and rushed into her room, only to see her gasping for breath.

Then, he remembered that there was no one else in the room, even the nurse that was supposed to be on duty at the door was away. He quickly took hold of the oxygen dispenser that had been taken away from her nose and put it back slowly, his gaze flicked upon the saline drip dispenser and found that a red colored liquid was dropping, one tip-tap at a time into her blood stream.

He rushed to it and cut the drip into two, stopping the flow of the liquid. Then, he wondered who was really trying to kill Labeebah sheriff, because this was beyond her slapping her Co-wife, it had gone beyond the ordinary.

***

"So, you're telling me. Dr Ma'mun Lamido, that you fell asleep while on duty. And you're saying it with such non-chalance? Have your senses taken leave of you?"

The nurse grumbled and Dr Ma'mun itched to slap his face. But he calmed himself down and asked how much oxygen she had been given that day, how many saline intravenous drips mixed with other things did she get, what was her condition before the nurse fell asleep.

The nurse could answer some, but not the others, so Dr Ma'mun asked him when he fell asleep? "Just about ten minutes before you tapped me. I was so sleepy."

"So, you mean, you took ten minutes of sleep- which I doubt is true- at the expense of the life of your patient? God knows you're mad but you'll get your query later.

Phone the security downstairs and get them to give you the video of at least one hour before you fell asleep. If not, don't bother coming to work tomorrow." He whirled away from the nurse angrily, checking his watch as he went, if was nearly time for Zuhr prayers. He sighed as the elevator carried him to the floor that housed his office and called the Human resource person for Diezemane hospital as he walked.

The moment he finished praying, a knock sounded at the door. He shut his eyes and wondered how to explain to anyone what had just happened.

He walked to the door slowly and pulled the door open, letting the older woman who served as their HRM into his office, he saw that the nurse from earlier was standing outside the office, so he waved him in too.

"Dr Ma'mun, is the patient okay?" Dr Ma'mun sighed as he wore his glasses, he struggled within himself how to get the important points across to the people sitting in front of him.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah, she is fine, the drug had not really gotten into her bloodstream. I've sent it in to the lab people, I'll be reporting this matter to the police, or something. We need to make sure that while she's here, in our hands, she's safe." The HRM nodded and leaned back into her chair. She gestured for the video in the nurse's hand. He passed the flash that contained the video to Dr Ma'mun who sighed as he examined it before plugging to his computer.

He moved the video forward by half the moment it started playing and found out, the nurse had gone to the break room on that floor, gotten himself a glass of juice, walked back, dropped the glass on the table  and went to somewhere that looked like the toilet.

What surprised Dr Ma'mun was how a black clad person jumped into the room immediately the nurse left, injected a clear liquid into the drink and nimbly climbed back into the ceiling.

"What?!" He looked at the nurse and knew it was not the nurse's fault. It was already far beyond the nurse.

It was war on Labeebah's life.

*****
So, who do you think wants our baby's head? Obviously not just Abdul from all indications, so please let me hear your thoughts.

Also, I'm still on my break.

See y'all in two weeks.
TheOmoope 💙💛