Omotara dipped her hand into the improvised pocket of
the dress, her hand touched the handle of the knife. She
searched around with her eyes to see if there was anyone
hiding around. She took the knife in between her fingers,
ready to take out Jefa if he made an attempt to attack
her. She dropped the bag from her other hand to the
floor.
Jefa halted as he noticed something on the hand which
she dipped into the pocket, he gave a bold smile and
used his hand to wipe his forehead.
'So you still love tattoos?' He said with a broad smile,
fixing his eyes on the point where the tattoo was.
Omotara took a quick look at the tattoo and returned her
gaze to his face, wondering what was amusing him. 'Do
you remember that Catwoman tattoo you drew with
your blue Biro on your belly when you were seven?' Jefa
continued. 'Mom would have flogged you if I didn't keep
my mouth shut but you never kept your side of the deal.'
That was it. Omotara's knee trembled and gave way, she
fell and sat on the ground. She was broken. Only Jeffery
had seen that tattoo and had promised to keep his
mouth shut on the condition that she'll help him request
for something from their father but like he accused, she
never kept her part of the deal.
Her eyes were full of tears as her whole body trembled.
She made sure no tear fall off her eyes by wiping off her
face with part of the headscarf. She could see Jefa's legs
right in front of her. She looked up to his face.
Jefa stared into her eyes passionately, unknowingly
transferring the pains which were in his eyes to hers. He
tried to squat and touch her shoulder but winced in pain
without success.
Omotara got up and picked her bag, she took out a
polythene bag it. She avoided his gaze. 'Please, change
into these clothes.' She handed over the bag to him and
walked out of the room without taking another look at
him.
Ten minutes later, she returned already changed into
another set of clothes, this time a Yoruba native wear.
The tattoo on the hand had also been cleaned off.
Omotara took a look at Jefa and realized he needed help
in completing his dressing. He had only been able to
change his trousers successfully but had not been able to
put on the top because of his arm and head injury. She
walked closer to him and took the top from him, she
then helped him to carefully fix in the top.
Jefa kept mute and raised no questions, having faith in
his sister's instructions. He kept staring at her eyes as she
helped him wear the top but he noticed she tried
avoiding his eyes, he was only able to get glimpses
occasionally.
'We have to go now,' Omotara said and helped him up
from the bed. 'We'll take the other stair case down.'
Jefa obeyed without questions, he struggled to fix his legs
into his sandals but she quickly bent down and helped
him put it on.
'Okay,' Omotara said after successfully fixing the sandals.
Her eyes met his as she raised up her head. He was
staring at her lovingly. She took away her eyes and
sniffed in, unable to describe her feeling at that particular
moment.
As he took a step, she felt he was trusting her too much
and she was taking it for granted. She needed to explain
her actions to him.
'I want to get you to another place,' she finally spoke as
she held his hand and he continued to take slow steps.
'Somewhere where I'll be able to watch over you myself.'
~~~
**Present**
Agent Dakolo and Mr Sylvester were still seated in the
Doctor's office quietly when the Doctor and Officer Ken
returned. Sylvester was still in a very pensive mood.
Dakolo, due to the nature of his job and experience had
been able to shake a little off the impact the news had on
him.
'Where's the patient?' Dakolo asked the Doctor as the
man returned to his seat.
'He left with his sister,' the Doctor replied, after settling
into the swivel.
Dakolo glanced at Ken and Ken nodded in confirmation
of the Doctor's words, Dakolo did not bother to raise any
other question. 'So about Henry's case,' Dakolo cleared
his throat and continued, 'is he going to remain like that
for the rest of his life?'
'Agent, like I said before, there's no remedy yet. Some
part of his body structures have been rendered useless
and his brain is fast degenerating.' The Doctor answered
in a sad tone.
'Degenerating? Is there nothing you can do to stop the
degeneration?' Dakolo asked.
'We're doing all we can and all we should but it doesn't
seem to be producing much results.'
'I don't understand.' Dakolo stared at the Doctor with a
confused look.
'You see the mixture had gone a long way in circulating
around his body with his blood, the liquid is what is
responsible for the degeneration.'
'Is there no way you can remove the liquid from his
body?'
'Except we remove his blood too. It has mixed with his
blood and flows through the veins with the blood.
There's a way we can still purge it out and that's why are
conducting several tests on the remaining liquid, we
could get another mixture that'll be able to nullify the
effects or help him excrete the poison.'
Dakolo hissed.
'But let's still thank God he didn't receive the whole
contents of the drip bag, that would have been the
required quantity to initiate the full reaction. His brain
degeneration wouldn't have been slow like this and we
would have faced more difficulties in getting the liquid as
what we'll have would have only been traces which we
would get from his blood samples.'
Dakolo heaved another sigh of frustration. Several years
ago, his thoughts would have been to fly Henry to
another country for medical treatment but this was
2031, Nigeria was one of the countries with the best
medical facilities and he also expected that the Doctor
would have suggested it if there was need for Henry to be
transferred.
'Can we see him now?' Dakolo asked, after some seconds
of total silence.
'Yes, of course. He should be awake.' The Doctor replied
and stood to his feet. He waited for the other men to get
up and followed behind them as they walked out of his
office. He locked the door.
'This way,' the Doctor said to Dakolo and turned who
were facing the opposite direction. 'He has been
transferred to another ward.'
'Okay,' Dakolo, Ken and Sylvester turned and followed
the Doctor.
Seven minutes later, they got to the new ward. Two
officers were in the corridor while one was seated inside
the ward. The three officers were the same ones asked to
keep an eye on him at the house.
Henry's clothes had been changed to white top and
trousers, his eyes was open and liquid from a drip was
running into his veins.
Henry's face twitched as he saw the man staring above
him. He made no other movement and had no
expression on his face.
'Henry,' Dakolo called. Henry blinked his eyes and turned
his gaze to the Doctor as if he didn't hear anything.
'He's only conscious but his brain cannot really process
things, especially communication. The Doctor explained.
'Is it that bad?' Dakolo asked.
'It happens,' the Doctor replied, 'to several mentally
challenged patients.
The door opened and a younger Doctor came in. He
proceeded towards the turned gazes of the men and
greeted the elderly Doctor first.
'Good afternoon Sir.'
'Good afternoon,' the elderly Doctor replied and then
turned to Dakolo. 'Meet Doctor Tobi, the new Doctor in
charge of Henry. And here's Agent Dakolo and Officer
Ken,' he said turning back to the Doctor. 'Officers in
charge of the patient. This is Mr Sylvester, the patient's
Boss at the NSCC.'
'Good afternoon Sirs,' Doctor Tobi greeted with a warm
smile.
'Good afternoon,' his greeting was replied reluctantly.
'You'll be relating with Doctor Tobi directly from now on.
As you can see, my office is quite some distance to this
new ward.'
'It's okay Doctor,' Dakolo said, examining the new Doctor
with his eyes.
The elderly Doctor's phone rang, he checked the screen
and exclaimed, 'Oh! Gentlemen, you have to excuse me
now.' He said before rushing out of the ward, leaving the
officers and Sylvester with the new Doctor.
'Sirs, I made an important discovery.' Doctor Tobi stated,
attracting attention to himself after several seconds of
silence.
'What's that?' Dakolo asked, less enthusiastic about
knowing the discovery.
'It's possible that the patient did not place himself on
drip,' Doctor Tobi stated.
'Huh?' Dakolo and Ken's eyes widened, they showed
more interest now. Sylvester looked interested too on
seeing the officers new interest in the Doctor's
conversation but he was lost on what they were talking
about.
'There were traces of some sedative gases in his blood,
it's possible that somebody drugged him first before
placing him on drip.' The Doctor explained.
Ken and Dakolo stared at each other in silence,
wondering how possible that was. There was nobody else
in Henry's house on that day they had checked and there
was nothing that suggested that someone had being in
the house with him. The officers who followed and
monitored him also saw no one enter the compound
with or after him.
~~~~~
Jefa laid on the bed wondering how Omotara had so
much knowledge of medicine. She even had a room in
her house that was well arranged with a bed for the
purpose.
Omotara continued in silence to clean and redress his
wounds which were exposed while they escaped from
the hospital. She felt like saying soothing words anytime
he groaned or made an uncomfortable noise but she
decided against it, preferring to maintain the silence
between them. She knew that he had so many questions
running through his mind, so, breaking the silence and
talking to him would only give room for the questions
which she wanted to avoid.
Finally she was through with her redressing and cleaning,
she packed up the tools and returned them to the shelf.
Jefa was absent-minded and was still seated slantingly,
thinking that the treatment was still going to continue.
Omotara stared at him, unwilling to break her silence but
she had to tell him to rest his back. One more thing that
she had to do was to ask him what kind of food he would
like.
'You can lie down now,' she finally said, walking towards
him. 'What kind of food would you like to take?'
Jefa smiled and sat upright. 'What are you going to take
too?'
'Nothing,' she lied, 'I'm not ready to eat now.'
'Okay, you bring me food when you're ready to eat too'
Jefa said and rested his back in the bed.
'Come on,' Omotara moved closer to him and stared at
his face which she had been avoiding all through. 'You
really need to eat something now for your medication to
work.'
'You really need to eat something too else you break
down,' Jefa countered.
She sighed. 'I took something in the morning,' she lied
again.
'I took something this morning too,' he replied
adamantly.
'Okay,' Omotara finally gave in. 'What do you want to eat,
so I can get it for the both of us.'
'You can get anything for me to eat as far as you're going
to bring a chair and sit in front of me and we eat
together.'
Omotarashook her head in frustration at the new
condition. He stared at her, she knew he wasn't going to
change his mind. 'Okay,' she said and turned back
immediately. She walked out of the room, closing the
door softly.
The first thing she picked up in the sitting room was her
phone. She clicked open the browser and began to type
some words into the search engine. The search results
displayed and she selected an option. Soon, a page which
displayed a list of restaurants in the area popped up. She
picked the car keys from the centre table and proceeded
out of the house.
All through the drive to the restaurant, she was
wondering was how her life would be now that she had a
brother. She thought of calling one or two of her co-
assassins to ask for suggestions but she discarded the
thought, she already knew that their advice would be to
kill him, except if he was also an assassin with a rigid
heart, that way both of them may be able to work
together without anyone bringing in emotions.
She returned with two plates of fried rice after thirty
minutes. Jefa was still awake when she entered back into
the room. He sat up on seeing her bring out the plates
from the bag.
She dragged a chair closer to his bed and dropped the
plates on it. She went out twice to get a small table and
tray and also two bottles and cups of water. She finally
settled to eat.
Jefa was the first to begin with the food. He had taken
about three spoons already before noticing that she
wasn't eating. He paused and stared at him. She quickly
began to eat to avoid queries from him.
They finished the meal in silence and Omotara began to
pack the plates and cleaned the place. After taking out
other plates and cleaning the place. She returned to pick
the last bottle and cup of water that Jefa used.
'Tara, we need to talk.' Jefa finally broke the long silence.