Chapter 47

When they talked about out of body experience ,I thought they were crazy or lying or both until it happened to me. I watched my body bleed on the floor of dirty prison toilets. Damn I looked terrible. Like I was run over by a truck. Well getting stabbed felt like being run over by a twenty wheel truck.

My hand still held on as tightly as possible to the wound to apply enough pressure to stop the bleeding. However since I passed out my hand was loose allowing more and more blood to flow out. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs for help but who would hear a ghost or spirit or whatever I was at the moment.

I prayed for a miracle and a miracle I was given. Two younger looking inmates came to use the bathroom but when they noticed my body laying there they panicked and screamed. Enough to wake the dead. I could hear a commotion in a few seconds caused by multiple feet running towards the toilets.

I sighed in relief . Maybe I wasn't so badly off. Maybe I could survive this after all. Although who was I kidding, I almost looked as white as sheet from the loss of blood. I might have lost gallons of blood on that floor. The floor was painted red from the blood flowing freely from my body .

A group of inmates were the first on the scene. They looked confused as the watched my body from near the exit. They were terrified of what would happen if I happened to die. An inmate dying in prison was not good for the warden or the inmates. It meant stricter rules ,followed by curfew and suprise inspection.

No one wanted that kind of attention on them. Especially if you are conducting illegal businesses. Most inmates were scared for what this situation meant for them. They might have not liked me but they sure as hell prayed that I would survive .

The prison guards were next on the scene. They all looked confused but one of them snapped out of it faster than the rest and tried to create a path to my body. She knelt over me and looked for the open wound frantically. When she found it,she removed her jacket ,bundled it up and pressed it on my side.

The pain from the pressure on my wound sucked me back into my body and I groaned in pain. I opened my eyes to see the relief in hers and every other person in the room. I was not dead. Thank goodness.

She ordered two of the other prison guards to carry me to the clinic. They rushed me to the clinic where she performed first aid. I didn't know if she knew what she was doing but I didn't care. At the very least she was proactive.

She bandaged my wound and called the Nissan to the clinic. I was shoved in the back of the Nissan before we left quickly for the hospital. The journey was blurry as my eyes kept opening and closing. We arrived in the hospital in record time and I was taken to the emergency room.

Immediately I was placed on the bed ,I felt relieved and passed out again.

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Marcus POV.

After my call to the warden I thought I would feel relieved and it would lower my anxiety but it was the exact opposite. I was on edge again. And this time I couldn't just fix it or call someone to find out what was happening. I had to wait for a report from the warden. I hope she took good care of Zawadi as I was not paying her to be lazy.

Nevertheless Zawadi was coming home as early as tomorrow. I called John on my way to the penthouse and he assured me that Zawadi will be released as early as possible thanks to a judge friend of his. He looked over the evidence and directed John on what to do.

Thanks to his connections Zawadi will be out of prison unharmed. I mean unharmed physically not emotionally. Her emotional state was already harmed by me on a couple of occasions. Not my proudest moments but I wanted the chance to apologize and arton for my mistakes.

I was drying myself when my phone rang . The caller was the warden. I had a bad feeling about this. She never calls at night, like ever. She usually scolds me when I call her at 6pm, saying that was past working hours. Anyway the point is she doesn't discuss business at night.

I picked the call with my usual sarcastic enthusiasm.

" Hello"

"Hello, Mr Anderson ,you are needed at the hospital quickly" she said quickly

" The hospital...why?"

"  There was an incident in the prison and Zawadi was hurt"

" What?"

" Hurry please, we don't know if she will make it"

" I paid you to make sure she is safe " I growled

" Am sorry, but this happened just now. The inmates who hurt her are being detained "

" I will fucking kill them"

" Please go to the hospital now. I will text you the details " she said and hung up.

Zawadi was in the hospital again. What the hell happened? And why didn't she give me the exact details? Was she dying? She can't die without raising our son.

I wore the closest clothes to me. I rushed out in slippers, forgetting to even wear a belt.

" Shit! I won't go back now"

I ran to my car and drove to the address on the text. If Zawadi dies I will make everyone pay. I will track down every single person who wronged her and make things right. I will avenge her.

" I shouldn't be thinking like this....she will be okay. She always comes out okay" I assured myself.

I drove as fast I could to the hospital. I ran through reception like a mad man that one of the nurses ran after me.

" Sir! Sir! You can't run around the hospital like that" she warned as she followed me.

I looked around but all I saw were empty corridors. Where was she? Where were they keeping her . My heart beat even faster as I pictured the worst .

" Sir" she paused to catch her breathe " kindly tell me who your looking for and I will help you find them"

" Zawadi. Her name is Zawadi." I said in a shaky voice.

" Are you referring to the inmate brought an hour ago?" She asked

"Yes, her. Where is she?" I asked annoyed ,I was tired of asking the same question again and again.

" She is in surgery but I can show you where the others are" she took my hand and lead me to the right corridor.

The corridor was littered with the warden ,her prison guards, the police , some doctors and nurses roaming around. I went to the warden to fill in some blanks of what happened.

" What the hell happened?" I asked harshly.

She gave me a look before she walked away from the crowd and I followed. We stood on a deserted area to speak freely.

" First of all ,lower your fucking voice when you talk to me. Am old enough to be your mother" she scolded

"Not" I clicked " as if"

" Secondly, someone paid those inmates to harm your wife. I am not sure who but they are rich because the sum of money deposited to their accounts was huge"

" I know who did it" I said.

" Well I guess that is one thing to tick of my to-do list." She said sarcastically

" This is not the time. What did they do to my wife?"

" They stabbed her with some sort of knife. She lost a lot of blood before we brought her here"

" Shit!" I punched the wall over and over again.

It was my fault she was here again, fighting for her life. When will I ever learn to leave her alone. I loved her more than anything. I love her..... How long will it take me to admit this? I was a fool .

" I love her" I said out loud

" Mmmh if you loved her, why is she in prison "

" I was a fool who got played. Zawadi was framed and I didn't realize it until it was too late. I blame myself "

" You should...you are the only person to blame. Have you found evidence to exonerate her?"

" Yes, they were presented to a judge today, she was supposed to be free tomorrow and then this happens " I said frustrated

" Better late than never" she said as she touched my shoulder.

" I hope she will be fine. Our son needs her"

" She will be, she is a strong , resilient woman. She will cheat dead to see her son again"

" Let's go back . There might be news"

We walked back to the corridor hoping  for some good news .