On the hospital bed:
My heart was heavy as I watched Markos walking out of the hospital with pure rage and hatred for me.His reaction after the doctor brought the bad news was really devastati
ng.
I was really bittered with the news the doctor gave, “How come “ Markos it's the father of my son but the doctor results was saying otherwise.
I'm so sorry markos “I sobbed” I never meant to hurt you, I stammered , clearly caught off guard as the situation sunk in I became visibly distraught ,tears streaming down my Face.
With the news ,I was meditating on how things went wrong ,was the doctor wrong or am I the one that didn't know the true paternity of my son .
Still on the cold floor of the hospital staring into space with confusion written all over my face.
The nurse rushed to me, her expression urgent and concerned. "Ecca, I'm so sorry to inform you like this, but your son's condition has taken a turn for the worse. He's in critical condition, and we need to act fast."
My eyes widened in alarm as I quickly rose from my seat. "What's happening? What's wrong with him?" l asked, my voice trembling with worry.
The nurse's words spilled out in a rapid, reassuring tone. "We're doing everything we can, but we need your permission to proceed with emergency treatment. Please, come with me."
My mind was racing as I followed the nurse. I was filled with fear and anxiety, my thoughts consumed by my son's well-being. I could only hope that the medical team could stabilize his condition and save his life.
Even with the medical treatment ,my worry was overshadowed by the crushing reality of our financial stability.I couldn't shake the thought that I didn't have a way to pay the hospital bill and for the blood which was why I involved markos.
Looking depressed and frustrated I hurriedly followed the nurse to see my son.There he was, lying on the hospital bed ,wearing the hospital gown which was blue in colour and a free size.
My teary eyes was fixed on his body especially his face which looked so dry and pale.He was trying to communicate with me but was finding it hard to speak,the pains he was having was too much that tears filled his eyes streaming down to his face.
I couldn't hold the emotions that I was having as I begged the the doctor to go ahead and give him a proper medical treatment making a promise to go and hustle for the money.
“Ecca” he called my name twice,"I am sorry but it's against the policy of the hospital to commence treatment on patients without a deposit,but I can help you with giving him an injection that can sustain him temporarily”,he said.
I appreciated him greatly for his kind gesture. But he still made me to understand the urgency for the proper treatment, And he instructed the nurse to administer the drug to him.
After the nurse administered the injection to him my son was unconscious,he was lying like a pluck of wood,his breathing going so faintly.
I hurriedly rushed out of the ward, going out of the hospital in search of means to pay up the hospital bill, going back to Markos wasn't an option.I didn't know who to call or family members that I can run to .
Looking so unkept and tattered, I was walking on the road under a very heavy sun with a barefoot on the tiled road, the hotness of the ground was enough to roast a yam but I didn't mind because my mind was filled bitterness.
Trekking from the hospital to my face you I face you public house I rented ,cause it was what I could afford at the time being.I walked sluggishly to my door, my neighbors staring at me like a moron, I raised a stone that was on the ground and took the key to unlock the door.
Entering my room,the emptyness of the room welcomed me,I stood staring at the pilling of the faded paints on the wall,a small foam that was barely enough for I and my son at end point of the room.With a small plastic table and chair beside it.Turning my head right is our luggage packed there.
When realization of things about my son health dawn on me,I rushed to my hand bag and was only able to get 5k from there, No money in my account because I just renewed my house rent and paid my son school fees“what can this pay” I hissed. Looking around my room there was no tangible property that I can sell.
“Should I sell my phone or my clothes”,The two wasn't even an option because my clothes where more like rags that I iron everyday to work,or is it my phone that the battery doesn't last which always tripped off whenever it reaches 50 percent.
I stood up trying to stay calm as tears was freely going down my face.”What should I do” I asked myself.
As I was still thinking about the way forward ,the ringing tone of my phone brought me back to reality as I checked the caller ,I saw the name “Nora”displaying on my phone screen,She was one my colleague at work that was close to me.
Answering the call “Hello Nora” with my crocked voice as a result of too much crying, “Good afternoon Ecca,how are you doing, you were absent at work today,Hope all is well”.she rushed her questions like someone that was being monitored or in a haste.”Am fine” I answered making my response jiffy.
Well she continued “I called to let you know about the urgent meeting that was held in your absence,the CEO(Markos) made it clear that you have been sacked from the company and gave a strict instruction to the security to arrest you ,if you ever set your foots in the company”.”what is going on, she quried”
“My son health is deteriorating”
“Sack letter”
“Am still yet to pay the hospital bi
ll”
The shock was too much.As all this came to my mind,my mental health failing me,my eyelids heavy and I slowly collapsed drifting off to darkness.
POV: Ecca---The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I tiptoed down the hallway, careful not to wake Caleb or Nora. Davis was already at the kitchen table, sipping lukewarm coffee and scanning the morning news on his tablet.“The commission is under investigation,” he said quietly. “Something about misuse of authority. No mention of Caleb.”I nodded, sliding into the seat beside him. “That’s good, right?”He looked at me, eyes thoughtful. “It’s a start. But the bigger concern is who might step in now.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”“There are other agencies. Private donors. People who know what our son is and want whatever potential he carries. Our story is public. That means it’s out there and mixed opinions are already forming.”I swallowed hard. “You think someone else will come after us.”Davis nodded. “It’s likely. People will see this as a gold mine. You need a plan.”---That afternoon, I met with a counselor specializing in high-pr
Ecca pov:We ran through the overgrown alley behind the university building, the sharp blast of alarms echoing in our ears like gunfire. My lungs burned with every breath, my legs pumping harder than they had in years, driven by the primal need to protect Caleb, to survive. Davis was just ahead of me, clutching the laptop like it was a lifeline which, in this moment, it absolutely was.The cold air stung my face, mixed with sweat and panic. My hands trembled. We have proof, I thought fiercely. We have something that can stop this.But the shadow of pursuit was never far behind.I glanced back no sign of immediate pursuit, but we didn’t slow down. Not yet.When we finally burst out onto the cracked pavement where Davis had parked the car, Nora was there, holding Caleb tightly. His eyes were wide, scared. My son. My heart caught.“Get in,” Davis barked. Nora hurried toward the passenger seat. I slid in beside her, Caleb slipping into my arms.The engine roared as Davis peeled out, tires
The event POV: EccaThe car hummed steadily beneath us, but my thoughts were anything but calm. Every word Davis said replayed in my head like a warped tape. Memory loss. Mood swings. Aggression. None of it made sense. My son was just a kid, playful, bright, full of questions and energy. He wasn’t dangerous. He wasn’t broken.But they wanted him.That much was clear.We drove for nearly an hour, leaving the city behind. The tall buildings gave way to cracked asphalt roads and old barns collapsing under the weight of silence. My breath fogged the passenger-side window as I stared out, each landmark unfamiliar, yet somehow ominously quiet.Davis finally spoke. “We’re close. Just up this road.”I looked at him. “Have you used this cabin before?”“Once,” he said. “After things went south with the lab. It was a place to disappear, not heal. But it’ll do for us now.”We turned onto a narrow gravel path that wound through the woods. Trees closed in around us, their bare branches clawing at
The plan ---POV: EccaThe air felt too still after that. Nora sat quietly, glancing between me and Davis, her knuckles pale around the strap of her purse. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared too.I pushed the blanket aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold floor shocked me into clarity.“Ecca,” Davis said, stepping toward me, “you’re still recovering. You shouldn’t”.“I need to see my son,” I said again, firmer this time. “I need to know he’s okay. That he’s safe.”Nora nodded. “He’s with my sister right now. I didn’t want to bring him to the hospital because… well, kids shouldn’t be around this kind of tension.”“You were right,” I whispered. “But I think it’s time we moved him.”Davis didn’t argue. He looked at Nora. “Where’s your car?”“In the visitor lot. About five minutes from here.”“Go straight to your sister’s house,” he said. “Pack what you need. We’ll meet you somewhere safe.”Nora hesitated. “Where?”“I have a friend who owns a cabin about an ho
My son's safety POV: EccaThe steady hum of the heart monitor blended with the quiet ticking of the wall clock. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a soft glow, but nothing about this hospital room felt warm. Except him.Davis hadn’t left.His presence, quiet yet grounding, settled something in me I hadn’t realized was screaming. I stared at the ceiling, trying not to crumble again. I had barely held myself together in front of Dr. Davis. Barely swallowed the lump in my throat when reality hit me. I was truly alone in this.Except… I wasn’t.Not tonight.Davis was still here.I shifted slightly under the sheets and turned to look at him again. He seemed lost in thought, one hand loosely hanging over the armrest of the chair, his fingers twitching now and then like he was reliving something.His eyes met mine before I could turn away.“You’re not sleeping,” he said quietly.“I could say the same,” I whispered, giving him a weak smile.“I have too many thoughts in my head,” he replied
Knowing about my son:Ecca“Not everybody” Dr Davis interjected professionally giving Davis a grateful nod before turning to me. “You're lucky he found you and brought you here on time. You're seriously dehydrated and your body is under too much stress.You will be here overnight for proper medical observation and treatment.I swallowed hard,the reality of the situation sinking in. I have fainted as a result of too much stress,who would be mentally and physically stable after all this stress.Stress is even an understatement,it should be called torture.Davis shifted awkwardly on his feet. As if unsure of what to say,whether he should leave or stay. “I didn't mean to interrupt your resting,I just wanted to be sure that you are okay”. He said in a low voice.“Noo it's fine,you aren't disturbing me. I am really grateful,I don't just know how to thank you enough.” I replied.He shrugged it off his shoulder, it's nothing much. Thank God I could have been of help to you. What we should be