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Captive Heart: Hearts In Peril (Episode 25)

Posted by on September 17, 2016.

Captive

 

Helen was forced to use her left hand to hold the palm of her right hand which pressed Joe-B’s phone against her ear. She couldn’t stop herself from shaking. Had she suffered some damage when she hit her head? Or was it something worse… like some sort of nerve injury?

Maybe it was mind-consuming fear because Lionel’s phone line was still ringing unanswered after five tries. She listened to the hollow ringing end again and her heart thudded in panic. Had something happened at the Thomas Mansion? Why wasn’t Lionel picking up her calls?

She looked up at the sound of more sirens, peered around the bodies of the crowd gathered around her and sighed in relief as an emergency ambulance came into view.

“Aunty, make we move this man enter the police Hilux at least.” A man in the crowd suggested. It was obvious from the impatience in his tone that it wasn’t the first of such suggestions. “E no good as e lie down here at all.”

“She won’t agree o.” Another bystander- a woman- responded to the man. “Even the police wanted to shift him, but she refused.”

Helen shook her head from side to side, ignoring the pain the movement brought. “Thank you all, I know you’re being helpful, but no. It’s safer not to move him anymore, to avoid further injury. The ambulance is almost here. The medical personnel will move him.”

The people in the crowd murmured, some hissing loudly and walking off, but Helen stood her ground. They all probably thought she had been knocked silly by the accident, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She had gotten the police to contact Lionel’s office and they were handling every inquiry about the incident. The two men in the jeep were dead, so it was a serious case.

Helen shuddered. Let the police carry the dead men, but she wouldn’t let them touch Joe-B. She looked at him worriedly where he was lying beside her, still unconscious. She was glad one of the new accident trauma stations the state government had instituted wasn’t far from the accident site. With the medical crew here to help them, she hoped Joe-B would be fine.

“Are you okay, madam? Can you speak? Do you have any other injuries?”

Helen looked up. A male medic from the ambulance had just squatted beside her and was examining her head wound. She stared at him for a moment, surprised at how young he looked. Maybe the state government was employing student doctors for the new roadside accident centres. Beside her, others gently shifted Joe-b onto a stretcher.

The young man snapped his fingers before her eyes gently. “Madam?”

“Um…yes, I can talk. I don’ think I have any other injuries. Except I can’t stop shaking…”

“It’s probably shock, madam.” He assured her, helping her stand. “But just to be safe, you should come with us.”

Helen stopped briefly to drop more contact details with the police, then walked slowly to the ambulance, helped by the paramedic. They passed by two tow-trucks in the process of hitching the mangled jeeps to be towed away and shuddered, recalling the nightmare chase down the busy roads full of afternoon traffic. She wondered how many innocent people had been injured.

In the cool interior of the ambulance, she refused to lie down on a gurney, but sat in a high backed seat, with a thick towel cushioning her neck as she allowed one of the medical staff to dab at the wound on the side of her head. Her head throbbed as the ambulance siren came on, clearing their way to the nearest hospital. She could hardly think and just wanted to rest, but… Lionel. She squinted at the phone in her palm, head throbbing as she hit the redial button. She had to reach Lionel. He could be in danger.

The medic dabbing at her head protested as she pressed the phone to her ear again, but she threw him a pleading look, and he stopped cleaning her head wound and sat back to let her finish the phone call.

This time, the phone was picked on the first try. Helen felt relief run through her.

“Oh thank God!” Helen exclaimed. “Lionel, are you okay? I’ve been trying to get through to you since…”

“What? Hello, I can’t hear you clearly. Say again?” A high-pitched female voice responded.

Helen paused. Lionel never gave his personal line to anyone. Why was his phone with someone else?

“Hello? This is Bukola Deinde, the fiancée of the owner of this phone. Who is this and what the hell is going on? Where is Lionel?! Who is this?”

Helen frowned in confusion. She didn’t understand why Bukola sounded panicked, but more importantly, what was Bukola doing with Lionel’s personal line? And why was she asking where he was?

Helen’s eyes widened as her heart started hammering in fear. Was Lionel missing? What was going on?

To Be Continue

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3 Responses

  1. Hush………..

    by Jane on Sep 17, 2016 at 10:27 pm

  2. wow!!!!! everything is getting too complicated now

    by Lisa on Sep 18, 2016 at 6:53 pm

  3. Ahhhhhhhh!

    by Anonymous on Sep 24, 2016 at 7:13 pm

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