Not Mine Anymore

In the quiet ward of Rehoboth hospital, lay a young woman of 18 years old. Her body, covered with gauze and bandages. Her face was unknown as her eyes were the only part uncovered with the gauze.

Despite it, her nose was covered with an oxygen mask. She had been in a coma for two weeks. But more than that, her babies were saved but they also were placed in an incubator.

A woman walked in, alongside the doctor. They checked on the patient and the doctor said “She's showing signs of recovery. She should be out of coma in a couple of days”

“Alright. Please, whatever you can, save this poor woman and her babies. Please, save her” Ebele Johnson pleaded.

How can someone be so mean as to hurt an innocent girl like this? And to know that she's carrying little lives in her belly makes her think about the level of inhumanity in that person.

“I promise you that she'll be fine. But what I can promise you is that she might not be able to heal completely and the scars cannot be removed from her body except through a surgery and the trauma, is everlasting”

“Just save her life first. Then we'll come to that later” Ebele Johnson stuttered. For the past two weeks, she'd prayed silent prayers, asking that the Almighty save this girl.

“She'll be fine,” the doctor assured her.

Two days later, Isabella Manor fingers trembled. Her eyes blinked and Ebele Johnson was dazed with excitement. She stood up and ran out, “doctor, doctor..” she called, running towards the nurses station.

Few minutes later, Isabella Manor opened her eyes weakly. The oxygen mask was removed but all they could see was a pair of eyes, nose and lips. The other parts were covered.

Ebele Johnson sat next to her, she placed her palm on Isabella's arm, giving it a soft squeeze. At the time, Isabella was not able to say a word.

Her mind was blank and her brain void of any memory. Seeing her pathetic state, Ebele Johnson turned to the doctor, “She's so young, doctor. Can't you help her?”

“She will come around soon. The shock hadn't left her yet. Give her a few more hours, she'll be fine” the doctor assured.

Ebele Johnson turned abruptly back to Isabella. She saw the helplessness of the girl and a lone tear dropped from her eye onto Isabella's arm.

She shivered, turned her gaze on the drop of tear and she jerked up, like someone waking up from a slumber. She suddenly became frightened.

“Excuse me ma'am” the doctor said, coming over quickly and the nurses helping Isabella stay calm. She might act violently as her only means of survival to the last bit of memory she had before going into a coma.

The young woman remembered what happened to her but looking around, she saw herself surrounded by a team of medical personnel.

“Where am I? My babies…” she screamed weakly, grabbing the doctor's arm with great difficulty and using the other hand to caress her now flat belly, trying to raise herself.