Oh my God! We lost Madam Clara just some few weeks ago. This can’t happen to Jeremy too… not now.
David drove to the hospital, Vodka tagged along. She seem to really care about Jeremy. No one said a word till we got to the hospital.
"He is in the emergency ward," a nurse who hurried out with blood in her hands said.
My heart missed a beat. God, I caused this... I went too far. I should have known he was still depressed because of Madam Clara's death, he just wanted comfort. Not only did I push him away, I made him feel neglected. Oh God, if anything happens to him, I don't know if I would be able to forgive myself.
Vodka was quiet all through. An hour later, she drew me aside. I observed she wanted to say something different to keep her mind off the pending issue.
"I got the files."
OK. That was our plan, but I didn't know she would get it that fast and easy.
I asked in a whisper, and spied to see if David was listening. He was lost in thoughts.
"I drugged her to sleep, took her fingerprint details and opened the safe where she kept the documents. It seems her father bought the house in her name. She wouldn't know it is gone for a while."
This Vodka is indeed a devil.
"But she must surely find out nah!"
"Well, I guess she would have to travel back to get another copy, if there is any. This would buy us enough time to execute plan B, just in case the competition doesn't go in our favour."
It’s hard to explain, but I didn't know when I opened my arms to give her a hug. She smiled and talked about other things. I knew she was just trying to get her mind off Jeremy.
I touched her hands and made her quiet for a minute.
"It's okay to worry about Jeremy, we are all..."
She turned to look at David, he was far off, standing and staring out the window as usual. He had been there for hours. She turned to looked at me. It was hard for her but she said it anyway;
"Bukky, I’m worried. I am..."
I brought her head down to my shoulder.
“Enemies could actually become best of friends,” a popular quote by an unknown author. I was beginning to believe it.
I walked up to meet David. I couldn't tell if he heard me when I bickered at Jeremy. I had been scared to approach him ever since we stepped our foot at the hospital. Would he blame me?
Before I got to him, the doctor came out..
"He is stable for now, but a shattered glass pierced very close to his pupil. There is every possibility that he would wake up blind. If he doesn't, then it's a miracle."
God, my heart sank. I caused this, I couldn't shake that thought off my mind.
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