At age 12, Maliah's twin brother Malik drowned. Eight years later, she's still coping with the trauma of her loss. Though she visits their favorite beach for fond memories, she is yet to enter the water.
When a familiar stranger offers to help comba...
Two hours. No... It was more like two hours and thirty seven minutes before a nurse came to see me. I hadn't a clue if he was dead or alive!
"And your relation?" The nurse asked dryly.
"I'm his fr-- I'm his fiance." I knew my voice wasn't confident enough but it had to work. That was the only way I could see him.
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The nurse with the dried up curly wig gave me a once over with her heavy lidded eyes and then pursed her lips when she saw my ring finger vacant.
"Uh... religious reasons." I waved nervously.
"Mmm hmm..." She drawled.
She scribbled something on her notepad and then ripped off a form from a book that was tucked neatly under her arm.
"Ok. Well fill this out and we could take it from there." She said handing it to me lamely.
I snatched it from her hands without taking a glance at it. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"I would like to know if my man is dead or alive. I've been waiting more than two hours and still hadn't gotten any response."
"I don't know."
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"What you mean you don't know?" I was pretty sure steam was blowing out my ears because I was that close to letting her have it.
"Just fill out the form and we'll let you know." She turned on her heels and walked off.
I had the right mind to crumple the paper and throw it at her dried up wig. It was long over due and needed some water. She should have been the last person to give me attitude.
I took a seat near the water fountain and stared at the paper. Crap! There wasn't anything I could possibly answer on it about Rion. Nothing. His name was a no brainer but... his address? His date of birth? Illnesses... Allergies... Emergency contact? What the heck.
I place the paper and pen beside me and gently rubbed on my temples. There was no way I was going to see him tonight. Why did I say I was his fiance? Just great. I'd left my phone home in all the rush, so now I had no-one to call. I huffed a breath and leaned back into the seat, hoping for some sort of resolution.
