CAMARADERIE TROUBLES

Nurse Florence wasn't reluctant after she was paid a lump sum of #500,000. She didn't even think twice before accepting the offer. Moreover, Chinua did well in convincing her to give in. Money is indeed the root of evils.

"He is in ward 24, a fair-skinned guy, wrapped up in a purple blanket, that's him! Inject him with something lethal and take his life without hesitation. Let him go and be singing with the angels in heaven."

She smiled, they shook hands afterwards. They had struck a deal!

The night was cold, probably cos Shagbo was in its mid-harmmatan season. The mid-night before the dawn of vicar's coronary bypass surgery, vicar was giving some kinda reactions NIM never liked. He was talking like someone about to kick the bucket, giving some farewell speech, wishing Sandra and NIM luck in our endeavors in life and all.

"Vicar, can you please stop all these? You will not die, this surgery will be successful and you would return back to the convent hale and hearty" NIM noticed he was cold. The wrapper he covered himself with didn't give any warmth. NIM saw him shivering beneath it. The hospital was dead silent as a graveyard and what worsened the situation was that the electricity was out causing a blackout. Seeking help would be fruitless so NIM thought of an alternative. About a few meters away from the wheel stretcher vicar was laid was another sleeping patient which happened to be IK. He wasn't even well covered in the purple duvet, it only covered his legs. "Abeg, this guy no need am. Sandra kindly help me reach out for that blanket"

"Reach out for wah? That doesn't belong to us and you know that,yeah?"

he doesn't need it, he shooved it aside. Would you watch your vicar linger in the pain of

, E no make me fit sleep. NIM carefully wrapped vicar with it. "Thank you my son" He managed to say. Nobody knew he thanked NIM for the gift

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she injects sustain paralysis in the respiratory muscles and

NIM were told to have them excused as they were about to administer some drugs and move vicar to the theater. "Is he the owner of this?" She asked, pointing to the blanket. "Yes" NIM lied. That wasn't much of a big deal. NIM didn't want to

look. He's seen in movies how medical practitioners display this bullshit. NIM was

"Meaning what?!" NIM screamed.

"We lost him"

Everyone was dumbfounded.