Chapter 29

A week later........

" Did they say anything about what happened?" Asked a male voice that sounded so familiar to me.

" They said that the driver was the problem"

" How is the driver?"

" He died immediately"

Who died? Do I know the person who died? Who are the these people talking? Why wont they shut up so that I can rest? I woke up to a conversation between two or more people. I can't really tell. My mind is awake but my eyes and body is another story. I try opening my eyes but they feel like they have been glued shut.

Am really curious to know what is happening. My body feels really heavy and painful when I try to move to another suitable position. I have in this position for a while and it is getting uncomfortable and exhausting. I try to turn one more time but the pain brought about by the movement is excruciating.

" Aaarggh"

" Who said that?" Asked a female voice that I recognized to be my mum's.

" I didn't say anything"

"Neither did I?"

And that I recognized as my dad's voice. What the hell are they doing in my house? Did they visit without telling me? Again. Can't they see that am a grown woman? Talk about micromanaging. When will they realize that we are grownups.

" I also didn't say anything"

That was Zuri's voice. I can recognize that voice anywhere. I always joked that her voice was too deep to be feminine. I got punch from that but it was worth it. What was Zuri doing here? Now am the one who is confused.

Something really bad must have happened to have them all in one room. My parents know Zuri is my best friend and we have been to our house a few times. The only way they would meet without me is if am hurt. What happened to me? What the hell is going on?

I tried to think back on the events that happened. I remember talking to Zuri about visiting her. I remember getting in a matatu and I was on my way there. I remember people shouting at the driver.

Oh my God! I remember now. I was in an accident. That is why they are all here.

My parents must be really worried. My body doesn't feel as painful as before or am I on pain medication. I could hear someone pacing around the room, their steps are not exactly quiet. I have to open my eyes and talk to them. I must show them that am okay.

I didn't mean for them to be so terrified for my life. I tried for the one millionth time and this time, my eyes actually listened to my brain. The light was so bright and blinding that I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the light.

The small group in my hospital room had not noticed that I was awake. My mum was sitting on a couch while my dad was pacing around the room. He does that when he is stressed out. Zuri is leaning on the wall looking out the window. They all look exhausted, hungry and worried.

How long have they been here? I felt guilty for making them worry about me.

" Am okay" my voice sounded hoarse as my throat was dry and painful.

Their gaze fell on me the moment I talked. My mum rose from her seat and came running to my bed side.

" My darling you scared us to death" she said with tears in her eyes.

I have never seen my mom cry until now. African parents rarely show their emotions and seeing her cry was a foreign concept to me .I didn't like it. In our culture making a parent cry sometimes can bring bad luck. Am sure nothing will happen since her tears are tears of relief and joy.

How long have I been sleeping here?

" Am feeling better mum."

" Zuri get her some water. Her voice sounds hoarse"

Zuri went outside the room to look for some water. Am now wondering why they didn't put water in this room. Looking around the room, it looks very expensive. Like a VIP room. I have never been admitted in a hospital before so I don't know how much of the bill our insurance company is willing to pay.

I hope they pay for everything because I can't stand stressing my parents with this. I will find a way to pay for this like I always do. My dad has been silent the whole time. Content with studying me to see if am okay. His eyes are like those of a hawk, checking to see if lying to him. I have always been a good liar but he had a way to tell the difference between a lie and the truth.

Zuri came back with a pitcher of water and a glass. She carefully poured the water in the glass and offered it to my Mom. Mom helped me drink the water in spite of the challenge of my body being too painful to move.

" How are you feeling?" Asked Zuri full of concern.

"Am good ,I feel some pain when I try to move but other than that am okay"

I never thought talking would be this tiring. Am not the most talkative person but I like talking. But now a simple task as talking was draining all my energy.

My dad noticed that I looked and sounded tired so he suggested that they let me get some rest. I was so grateful that he did because I didn't want to throw anyone out. They came here because they were concerned for me and I was sincerely grateful. My dad and mum left leaving Zuri behind.

" You know you have been sleeping for one week. You slipped into a coma"

Her eyes were glistening with tears ready to fall.

"I feel better now .I promise. stop worrying"

" I can't help it. You are like a sister to me."

"I love you too"

She proceeded to look outside the window ,avoiding my gaze.

"And on that note, you should probably know that Marcus has been here a few times to check up on you"

" W-what?"

" I was also as shocked as you are my dear."

The last time I checked. We were not talking to each other. Actually scratch that, he accused me of cheating and left me in Masai Mara. So why was he here?

" Did he say anything?"

" No "

I am relieved for a minute before my over active imagination started worrying about what that meant. Maybe he wants us to get back together. My body was flooded by warmth from that thought but it was cut shot by the fact that he still doesn't believe me. Maybe he was only checking to see if am okay and that was all. I should not read too much into it. I didn't want to get hurt again.

" Let me leave so that you can get some rest, okay?"

" Okay. Thank you for..."

I passed out from exhaustion before completing my sentence.