For The Love Of Vivian Episode 11
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🙎 For The Love Of Vivian EPISODE ELEVEN: 💞
A cold wave of shock spread through her bones, her daughter is not dead?
“I don’t understand what you mean sir, my daughter is not dead? How? But…but we buried her.” Aliyah blurted.
“We’re not really sure where she is but we got information that she now lives on the outskirts of town.”
“I’m still very perplexed inspector, my brain… Oh my God! This is too much for me to handle.”
“There’s still a lot of mystery to be explained but let’s not forget that you people buried a headless person claiming it to be your daughter.”
A million and one thoughts ran through Aliyah’s mind, what’s the possibility? Could it be that the person they all cried over and lay 6 feet beneath the ground was not their child? Or could it be that the incompetence of the police was just playing out?
Suddenly she recalled.
The body she saw on that cataclysmic day had a birthmark, a birthmark similar to that of her daughter’s. But Vivian’s birthmark was on her left leg not on the right leg like the body they saw.
“Hello… Hello…are you there?” The inspector’s voice jolted her back to reality.
“Yes yes, thank you for the information.” Aliyah said, abruptly ending the call.
“What did he say? Why didn’t you tell him about what happened?” Desmond asked.
“I’m lost for words, I can’t believe this!” Aliyah voiced.
“Believe what?” Her mother in law cut in, her eyes shining like a newly washed lantern.
“I’m still trying to assimilate everything, it’s just… I’m just confused right now.”
Her statement whetted their curiosity.
“Honey what did he say? Don’t be scared; the police don’t have any right to arrest you… it was just self defence.”
“It’s not that Desmond. Our daughter is alive. Vivian is alive!!”
“Come, are you sure your wife is not going insane? She is losing a lot of blood and I think it’s beginning to affect her thinking…” Her mother in law intruded.
“I’m fine, that’s what the inspector just said; Vivian is not dead.”
“Honey, let’s take you to the hospital.”
“I’m okay. My daughter is alive. I can feel it.”
“Let’s go… Mum stop a cab, I’ll carry her outside.” Desmond said paying no attention to Aliyah.
Their moved in haste and in no time, the trio were on their way to a nearby hospital.
Aliyah was admitted, she was rushed to the emergency ward. She had lost a lot of blood.
The doctor was particularly mad at Desmond for not bringing his wife on time. They took too long, Aliyah’s life was on the line, it vanished slowly before her eyes.
As the young doctor who was in his late twenties stepped out of the ward, Desmond and his mum immediately ran to him.
“How is she doctor? Hope she is fine? Is my wife okay?” Desmond asked, multiple questions spilling out from his lips. He was sweating profusely even though the air conditioner was functioning properly.
“She is fine,” the doctor answered calmly. He had a melodious voice that could easily calm one’s nerves.
“But not for long…” He burst the bubble.
“Not for long? Why?”
“She needs a transfusion, we’ve given her alternatives but it’s going to last just for the mean time. Your wife needs blood.”
“Heiii! What is all this? My village people won’t let me rest.” Desmond’s mum wailed.
It was shocking that she of all people was deeply worried about Aliyah.
“So doctor what do we do?” Desmond asked in haste.
“We need a donor,”
“I am ready sir, can’t you use me?” He asked with urgency.
“Do you know your blood group?”
“Yes, I’m AB.”
“I’m sorry, your wife is O positive, you have to find someone else.”
“Doesn’t this hospital have a blood bank?” His mum interrupted.
“Oh, we do but the patient’s blood group is rare and currently unavailable.”
“Oh God!” Desmond sobbed.
“I’ve already lost my child, I can’t lose my wife.”
Suddenly, the doctor’s phone began ringing and he excused himself.
Desmond sat back on the waiting chair and it was his mum who was consoling him.
“Don’t worry my son, everything will be fine. Aliyah will be alright.”
“Mum you don’t understand, it’s my fault Aliyah is passing through this. I should have been there to protect her.”
“It’s the past, we have to focus on the present if we want a better future. I believe my daughter will be fine…”
Desmond stared at his mum with a bit of disbelief.
“Your daughter?”
“Yes, Aliyah is my daughter, or is my son’s wife not my daughter?”
“Of course she is,” he said with a feint smile.
His mum saying such about his wife? He couldn’t believe it.
Immediately, the doctor walked back in with a broad smile on his face.
“We just got a donor,” he announced.
“How do you mean?”
“We just got a someone who is ready to donate blood to your wife.”
“My goodness! Really?”
“I told you everything will be fine,” his mum said. She was smiling sheepishly.
“We’ll run some tests to ensure that the person’s blood is okay for transfusion and if it is, we’ll begin the process.”
Desmond and his mum began dancing happily, there was a huge relieve of tension. Indeed, God works in mysterious ways.
2 HOURS LATER
It was already dark, Desmond and his mum were running out of patience.
They were anxiously waiting to hear the test results conducted on the volunteer.
Finally, a nurse came to meet them. They were so exhausted they didn’t even notice her presence.
The nurse tapped Desmond on his shoulder, he was shocked to see someone standing before him. He looked at his mum, she had already travelled far into the realm of sleep.
“Good evening sir, the doctor asked me to alert you, the donor’s blood is just fine and we’ll soon begin the transfusion process.”
“Ok, thank God. That’s good news, but can I at least meet this kind hearted person, I really need to thank him.”
“Over there,” the nurse said pointed behind them.
Desmond turned his head, his jaw dropped, his heart stopped pulsating. He was on the verge of passing out.
“Ghost!” He screamed and jumped up to his feet.
Behind him, seated on a chair, a scarf wrapped around her head, was his daughter — Vivian.
TO Be Continued
