Holding her against his chest, all felt right with the world. Through her half sleeve blouse, he could feel her heart beating in sync with the sobs from her throat. Her violet perfume settled his mind into a state of comfortable familiarity. He would do whatever it takes not to lose her, he thought. With her hair sprayed across his chest, he looked up to the sky, the white of the hospital ceiling obstructing his view. Does she suspect? Namdi wondered. Though it had only been two days since her, he knew how perceptive Zainab was. Returning his eyes to earth, he watched the tear filled jewel in his embrace. No, there is no way she suspects a thing.
"Don't you dare die on me. Have you heard? Only I get to kill you! Foolish foolish man."
At a loss for words, Namdi could only mumble sounds of comfort, holding Zainab tighter, the last of her tears absorbed by his bandages. Together, they listened to the orchestra around them, seconds turning to minutes. Quieter than the hospitals, a little strange without the sounds of other sick or dying patients, Namdi thought. It feels like I'm forgetting something important. Before he could ponder deeper, a voice intruded.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not too much."
"Well, my ribs for starters."
Zainab stared at the tear soaked bandages for a bit before her lips pressed against it, a red imprint evidence of her planted flag. Namdi's eyes involuntarily closed from the mixed signals, heartbeat quickening.
"And here, above my left eye."
She could see the steri strips placed across a half inch suture. Reaching up, she gently planted a kiss on the surgical tape.
"Here too; actually it hurts the most."
"Silly man, I see no bandage on your lips."
"It's an internal injury, you can ask the doctor. Scouts honour."
"Pshh, you were never a scout."
Tittering, a lacquered nail gently pressed against his lips on the suspected spot, shortly followed by her rosy lips, quietly silencing him. Namdi forgot it all, the world, his pain, his fears, drowned away by the taste of her as his heart raced. His hands reached for her waist, lifting her on top of his abs, hunger growing. Deeper and deeper they sunk into their kiss, the orchestra fading into the distance even as it grew in crescendo. Their gasps and moans were muffled, their only semblance of restraint. One by one, the buttons to her blouse popped open, machinations of his over eager fingers. Impatient, he reached up cupping her peaks before they were truly free, her pearly white teeth sinking into his lips.
Sharp, the sound cut through the border into the world Zainab and Namdi had created for themselves. A rude awakening for them who had been lost in each others desires. Namdi saw the intruder first, an advantage of his position. Zainab in a flurry of motion.
"Oh, ah... em... it's not what it looks like, she was... she was just administering first aid.”
“Doctor... Doctor... sorry, who are you miss?"
"Doctor Oluwakemi, your attending physician."
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