Redemption (Part 10)

Redemption (Part 10)

Prison Redemption
By Cynthia Ayeza, Uganda:

The morning was beautiful and warm…and still. No birds chirping. Baaba had not woken up after she last slipped in to what seemed like a light sleep.

“No one would ever know. She had to protect Patrick”, she thought.

The usually siren-laden hospital, with excited voices, coupled with occasional interruptions by a hallucinating patient all escaped Baaba. The hospital was deathly quiet.

The doctor had looked like he was suspicious of something and Baaba could not have that. A little sleep should do the trick – help her figure out a way to make this disappear.

Where was Patrick anyway? What would she do?

The doctor comes by the private room, peeps through the door and seeing Baaba peacefully asleep, decides to deal with other patients first and deal with her later. He instructs the nurses not to bother her for a few more minutes. Minutes turn to an hour and more.

About three hours later, the doctor heads down to Baaba's private room to check on her. He enters the quiet room and it occurs to him that the room is unusually quiet. It only takes a minute for him to notice Baaba's still chest; the doctor screams, “Nuuuuuurse!!”

He did not want her to die. She was the only hope for getting that man behind bars. She could die after that but not now!

Nurses rush in and join the doctor in carrying out CPR. Someone is checking her pulse. Someone is checking her drips. Another her eyes – are her pupils dilated or not?

Chest compression continues. The doctor is relentless. He is shouting orders to try everything. But even everything is nothing for someone who never wished to wake up. They did not know. She did not want to wake up.

The nurses begin to step away realizing that they had been pumping her chest for close to 15 minutes. Electrical cardioversion was not going to help either.

Slowly, all the nurses step aside, and the doctor is left alone, pushing up and down, up and down, willing Baaba to wake up. The nurses look on, some unable to look at the doctor whose sense of objectivity seemed to have escaped him. She was dead. They could all see that. But he would not relent.

It was pointless. She would not come back. She was gone. And so was the case that the doctor was determined to pursue.

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