PROLOGUE

The hospital gate was opened as the siren sound blared torturously, resonating throughout the hospital. Patricia stood up abruptly, from where she was seating in the cubicle and rushed to get to the entrance door. The sound from the ambulance had always been a clarion call for Patricia and for people in her kind of job. As Patricia hastily walked towards the entrance door, two other ladies on blue scrubs followed her trail.

Patricia is a twenty-four years old woman. She is of average height, she has a dark straight hair which was always tied into a ponytail behind her head. She is light skinned, with chubby cheeks. She loved her job, not just because of the pay alone, but she had compassion on people, that compassion spurred her to go extra miles for her patients. She was a nurse in the federal teaching hospital.

“The victim is a teenage male” Nne, one of the ladies on blue scrubs that followed Patricia mouthed as she tried to catch up with Patricia, who was almost running to the door.

Patricia was a couple of inches to the door, when three paramedic staffs rolled a teenage boy in, the boy was covered with blood, his clothe, which appeared to be a school uniform, was also covered in blood, the injury was from his head.

The push and pull door bounced back to its normal position, as the paramedics passed through it with the stretcher.“He was involved in an accident, on his way back from school” one of the paramedics said, as they stopped in front of the three female nurses.

“Thank you, we’ll take it from here” Patricia took over the rolling bed “he needs to be taken to the ER” she rolled the bed, the tires made a squeaky, irritating sound, as they were rolled on the floor.

The boy appeared to be unconscious, as he was rolled on the bed, though his fingers fidgeted slowly. What looked like his school bag was beside him, it had blood stains. Patricia rolled the bed as fast as she could, eventually, they got to the Emergency room. They rolled the boy unto one of the numerous beds.

“One, two, three, go” Patricia called out, as each of the nurses raised the teenage boy from the bed, using the bed sheets he laid on.

Patricia used her fingers, as she slightly massaged around the wounded area on his head, it was a deep cut. The teenager had lost so much blood, he was pale already.

“Get me a couple gauze sponges, a pair of medical gloves, scissors, soft band balls, and forceps. I’ll need to dress his wound, after which we give him a pint of blood, for a start”. Patricia said, to one of the nurses, Nne, who was an intern.

“Ok ma” Nne hastily walked to get what she was asked to get.

In no time the Nne was back, she rolled trolley containing the medical kits, to the boys’ bedside. She placed them on table beside Patricia

“Thank you Nne” Patricia gave the nurse a welcoming smile.

“It’s my pleasure” Nne reciprocated the smile.

Patricia was through with dressing the teenager, he had a plaster over the wound on his head. The boy was then sedated. He laid down there, peacefully, with pint of blood, slowly dripping into his body.

“He’ll need to rest” Patricia walked out of the ward, with Nne following behind.

 “Will he be fine?” Nne inquired, curiously, as rolled out the now empty bed, that was used to bring the teenage boy.

Patricia paused at the door post “Yes, sure he will. Thank God they brought him when they did. By the way, you did well today” Patricia rubbed Nne on the arm

“Thank you ma” Nne smiled.

“We’ll come back in an hour time, to examine how he is doing” Patricia walked away.