I reported to the hospital at seven a.m., as instructed by Dr Julian, and I was expected to close at six p.m., which was the same time I spent at clinical while training at Oxford last year. With my four days on, I could actively manage my time. It was my first day at the clinicals, and falling in line and getting along wasn’t difficult since I have also done my last two clinicals in Oxford. It was like a continuation of where I last stopped.I spent the first hour of resuming work, getting to know the other medical student training on the clinical. Kenneth Jackson, Drew Daramola, Nnaji Smith, and Idara Young: I knew Ken and Idara from Oxford University, but the other three I didn’t know. Despite knowing Ken and Idara in my department, I was never friends with them. Perhaps that would all change while we trained here, or not. I would never know.I also learnt we all resumed today and the hospital would no longer accept any more letters of recommendation. Training would begin, and no on
I held onto him like he instructed, and he drove me for all the minutes that took us home. Because of his speed and his manoeuvring on the road, we arrived in sixteen minutes. The gates of my house opened to us, and we drove in. I hugged him, told him the second thank you, and then invited him inside, which I had never done since we had been friends in secondary school. We always parted ways at the gates, and he had never entered before, so it was the first. Jordan stayed silent, obviously weighing his options and having the same thoughts as me. Finally, he nodded. If I had seen ahead, I would have prevented the embarrassment that waited for me on the inside by not inviting Jordan in somehow. I didn’t expect it, so I couldn’t prevent it. “There is my favourite grandbaby.” I heard the voice of Augusta Biggs, my grandmother, squealing from the dining area as I stepped into the living room with Jordan. I halted, surprised at their presence, then remembered that Lyon had spoken about h
My phone beeped with the message on the screen, and my eyes snapped open, pulled from the realm of blissful sleep. I reached for the nightstand and pulled the phone closer to see the screen. It was from Jordan. I smiled and tapped on it to read what he wrote.(Good morning, Elle; I hope I didn’t wake you up.)Received at 7:01 a.m.He did, but I would pretend like he didn’t.(Good morning, Jordan; no, not really.)Sent 7:02 a.m.My phone rang the next second, and the caller ID read Jordan. I picked it up and placed it against my ear.He did not hesitate, blessing my ears with his deep and alluring voice.Wait, what?! “Hello.” “Good morning, princess.” Jordan’s compliments had always found a way to make me tingle on the inside. I could never tell if he meant it or not, but my response didn’t care.“Good morning, Prince Jordan.” I played along, the smile lingering.“Prince Jordan, it has a ring to it,” he admitted after a moment of silent thought. He chuckled. “Oh great. I’ll keep call
Jordan, unlike me, knew a few details about the reunion, like its location and how long it was supposed to last.Reunion, like its name suggests, is the time to get back to friends and people you left in the past. For me, there was nothing to get back to. But I wanted them to know they didn’t break my soul. Jace made sure that they didn’t have the last laugh.The females will show off their fiance or husband and their jobs, while the men will show off their wealth, jobs, and women. It had been over three years since we all graduated from the school, and so much had happened since then for me and also for others.After a 45-minute drive, we arrived at the El Paz hall where the reunion was taking place. I could already tell by the number of cars parked outside and the noise coming from inside that the reunion tonight would be the talk of the town for a while.We stepped out together, and Jordan took my hand in his possessively, and together we made our way inside.The turnout of the form
“I’m coming with you,” I told him in a certain voice.He didn’t challenge my words; he seems to have realised something because his eyes dropped sadly. “I was going to leave you here all alone with them.” He ran his palm over his face. “I am sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”Trust Jordan to make it seem as if forgetting everything else in a moment like this was the greatest sin ever.I shook my head. “It’s fine, it’s fine. The most important thing right now is being with your mother, and we shouldn’t waste any more time.”“Let’s get out of here.”He nodded and led the way out. We approached the exit door when I heard the familiar voice of Akin from behind.“Leaving already?” My skin crawled.We both paused, but we didn’t turn to give him the satisfaction of a glance.“I thought the university would at least change you for the better, but it turned out your two are still the losers you’ve always been,” he said, and I heard a feminine voice giggling from beside him.I guess sometimes a response
I haven’t seen or spoken to Jace since he called me a few days ago at the house. You could say our relationship took a rocky turn after that day, and though he apologised, we were yet to get back to how we used to be.He owed me for what he said, and for as long as I could, I was going to collect from him for that. I could tell he knew that, too. He owed me and was ready to do whatever it took to repair burned bridges. This was his chance to do that.Just like he said, fifteen minutes later, I saw Jace’s red Prado jeep pull up not so far from where I sat at the entrance of the hospital. The car door opened, and Jace stepped out in a white polo shirt and blue jeans. I rarely see Jace in casual clothing. Most of the times I’ve seen him, he’s always been in suits and long-sleeved t-shirts. However, seeing him in casual clothing was also a sight to behold.He looked around, not seeing me for the first few seconds he stepped out of the car, but when he finally did, he stepped towards me.I
“Ms Biggs! Ms Biggs!!” Dr Duke snapped at me, and I yanked out of my thought and back into reality to find her reprimanding eyes and the confused gaze of my colleagues all over me.“I am sorry, Dr Duke,” I said, my cheeks warming up with embarrassment.“I think you should sit this one out, Dr Biggs,” she instructed, and I nodded without trying to object to her words. There was no point; it was an order, and refuting it shouldn’t be done in public.I handed the tablet in my hand over to Nnaji, and I made myself out of the ward. I felt the gazes of those in the ward, including the patient’s, but I didn’t look back, not until I was out of the ward.I drew a deep breath, my eyes fluttering as I tried to control myself. Our number one rule was to always have our heads in the work because someone’s life could be on the line at any time. We couldn’t afford distraction or coming in and we were to be in anything but the best mood. It wasn’t a simple task, but that was what the job required, and
Yes, I had never missed Jace’s birthday party, and I missed the last two because I was at the university. Lyon always showed up to support his friend, and I always tagged along because, well, he was Jace. This was the first one I’d miss missed, but I knew they would barely notice my absence. Jace would have his hands filled with beautiful and sophisticated women, and that would keep him too occupied to notice the absence of the girl that was more like a pain in his ass.He avoids me at all costs now. He would deny it, but I knew the truth. I couldn’t believe there was a time when we were inseparable. Growing up, I was his wing baby and then turned into his wing girl.Now I couldn’t stomach the thought of him with other women.Perhaps this was his way of helping me get over how I felt about him. It didn’t help.I would stay home tomorrow because I would never get what I want from him, so why even bother?He was right about one thing last week. I was young and the daughter of Lyon Biggs.