Sons and Lovers.

Episode 14.


Remi started walking the other way when she saw Fola approaching. But he was too quick for her. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
“You can’t run away from me forever Remi,” Fola said gently.
“I don’t mean to,” Remi whispered, her voice barely audible.
He released her hand and spun her round to face him. “See, I’ve told you how I feel about you. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s not an issue. But please, don’t deny me your friendship.”
She saw his entreating eyes and longed to say something to comfort him.
“I won’t,” Remi said trying to sound convincing.
“Good,” he said smiling at her.
“Are you on your way to class?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said looking at her watch. “And we are almost late.”
“Alright. Let’s hurry up then,” he said and they quickened their pace, walking together in silence, each busy with their own thoughts.


“He can see you now,” a nurse said to Chidera who was in the waiting room. She practically flew down the hospital corridor to his room.
Richard looked drawn but his face lit into a bright smile when he saw her.
“I was worried about you,” she said her words tripping over her tongue.
“I’m sorry,” Richard said. “I think it’s actually my fault. I missed a dose of my medication. The doctor said I could pass out when that happens. But I’m fine now.”
“How could you miss a dose of your medication?” she said horrified. “That must not happen again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said grinning.
“So, I’ve been wondering; how come you were the one who found me? What brought you to my room that evening?” he asked, searching her face.
She fingered the bed sheets and sat down beside him, saying nothing.


“I’m really worried Ize,” Peter said as he leaned towards her. “What’s the matter?”
“I’m sick, really sick,” she murmured.
He lifted up her face to his, gently. “What is it?”
She swallowed. “I’m a drug addict,” she said.
He sat back in his chair, stunned.
“The other day when you called me, I was in a halfway house. I’m trying to kick the habit, I really am. And I had been doing well for some time. But sometimes, I still slip.”
Peter did not know what to say other than: “I’m sorry Ize.”
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to er you know be my friend anymore,” Ize said looking embarrassed.
Peter just gave her hand a pat. “Nonsense, Ize. I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks,” she said with a half-smile.



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