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Lyda - #4
The next situation occurred when Terry came to see me asking for a headache tablet as he was having a severe headache which he said could be a migraine. He further disclosed that he has been having sleepless nights since the death of Ugo. He was so incensed with guilt and strongly believed he was at fault. That same evening, he came again shivering, complaining of body ache and his diagnosis was malaria so I injected him with some dose of aspirin for the fatigue and then some drugs which he took. Instead of going home, he decided to stay at the hospital and Tema took care of him
After spending about 2 days in the hospital he seemed to be getting worse and other symptoms began to reveal themselves. He had difficulty urinating then he was getting dehydrated. I couldn't do anything because what I was faced with was beyond my knowledge. At first, I thought it was a toilet infection then it drastically c
ayGaiusDear Reader, I'm pleased to inform you that This chapter isn't the end of Lyda. Drop in your comments and tell me which story you like best. Till I write again, ayGaius.🤞
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