Collision Code

Chapter 4

Jelani sighed, scrubbing at his face with his hands. "I'm sorry about that. Disa's been going through it this past year and we had a family emergency he had to come back for that disrupted his whole race weekend. So he's not really in a good headspace to see things clearly."

It was really hard for my tired brain to even attempt to compute what was going on but it was trying. "I'm pretty sure I should be the one apologising. I shouldn't have been driving. I knew I was already really tired already and then the pain... It came out of nowhere. All of this shouldn't have happened. "I'm so sorry."

God. What had I done? I could have murdered them.

Sinking back against the softest pillows ever, I asked Jelani, "You believe it was an accident. Why doesn't he?"

Jelani took the seat his brother previously sat in. "Disa has had... scary experiences with fans and last year he was in a really bad accident that could have ended badly."

Fans? Clearly she was missing something. "Right... I think my brain is still a bit foggy. Who is he exactly?"

His brows rose a bit before settling, as if he'd finally had confirmation of something. "So you don't know who he is then." He stated.

I shifted around a bit. "I thought that had been established. I don't know who any of you are."

Our attention went to the door - that I didn't even hear open - shut. The other man who had been standing in the corner walked over putting his hands on the back of Jelani's chair.

"We know you don't, at least me and Jay do anyway. Deep down, Adisa knows too but his mind is not letting him believe that right now, but don't worry he will come around. We didn't tell him certain things because we didn't want to trigger him anymore than he already was."

A yawn escaped me, feeling drowsier than ever I introduced myself, "Thanks. "I'm Kiara."

He smiled and I swear the dime room got a bit brighter. "I'm Kayode, but my friends call me Kayo. It's nice to meet you, Kiara."

I wasn't sure if that meant he wanted me to call him that or not, so I tested it out, "It's nice to meet you too, Kayo." His smile got a little deeper showing the dimple on his right cheek.

A knock on the door caught our attention and in walked a man in a pressed shirt with a stethoscope around his neck. Must be the doctor they got.

"Hi Kiara, I'm Doctor Freeland. How are you feeling now?" He placed his bag down and side eyed Kayo and Jelani. They got the hint and left after telling me to get some rest and that we'd speak more later.

"Tired. Like I was hit by a car, though apparently in this case I did all the hitting." After this I really need to find the time and make some kind of eating schedule. It's hard to find down time at Grand Sierra. Someone always needed me and if they didn't they I was checking in on Saphie or catching up on paper work.

Doctor Freeland chucked a bit at that, before asking if he could examine me. After determining that I was okay he sat down next to me and asked, "You were lucky." He told me. "It could have been a lot worse." I shrugged, not sure what he expected me to say.

It was already looking pretty bad from her side, Adisa was probably going to sue her into high heaven.

"So we need to discuss how you've been managing your sickle cell. I did a blood test on you to confirm my suspicions after Adisa brought you home and it appears that you have beta thalassemia, which fortunately isn't full blown sickle cell but as I'm sure you know, it is a rare form of it that requires special care and attention to your health and diet."

Sickel cell. Those two bloody words. Hearing them made my whole world spin, my chest felt like bricks sat upon them. "How have I been managing my sickle cell?". The truth was I hadn't been. After all, this was the third crisis I ever had. The prior happened in England after the death of my birth mother and then again after my final exam in Med school. No one knew. Not even my sister, Reign.

Doctor Freeland sighed and shook his head, seeing that I wasn't going to respond he dug around in his bag and pulled out his card placing it on the bedside table. "Look Kiara, I take it this doesn't happen to you often, but I feel the need to inform you this is only going to get worse the longer you ignore it. You will keep having crises if you continue to neglect your health, so you can either be prepared to handle them if and when they come or risk them coming and something like this occurring again or worse."

Worse. No that wouldn't happen. None of this would happen again. I just need a clear head and then everything would be fine. I wouldn't end up like her.

He headed to the door briefly glancing back at me and said, "Please, do feel free to call me at any time. I left the medications you'll need to take on the dresser."

With that he left the room, leaving me to pass out to my burning guilt and heavy heart.

Authors note:

You know I just realised that if you write a book, successful or not, you are an author.  Funny. Anyways I've always loved enemies to lovers, I mean who doesn't live for the moment that they both realise they never truly hated each other, because to hate someone is to see every side of them and find nothing to love, which is a really hard thing to do. 

At least I think so. You tend to find at least one thing you appreciate, even with people you dislike. 

With all my love and more,

Dara X