I settled on one of the visitors’ seat and as I waited for the arrival of Bimbo, my roving eyes settled on the nurses who appeared angelic in their smart uniforms.
“Has anyone seen Agatha’s wedding card?” one of the Nurses asked her busy colleague.
“Which of the Agatha?” the lady asked still focused on her work.
“Who else, if not the oldest maid at IBIKUNLE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, the old mother hen that has refused to get married?’
The manner in which she described the lady, threw her companion into a wild laughter.
“But I thought she was married before?” the latter’s curiousity soared.
“So I thought, until…” she stopped suddenly as she spotted the object of their discourse coming their way.
Agatha Phillips, the chief Matron of the hospital beamed with smiles as she passed by the two young ladies.
“Good day Ma’am.” They both chorused.
“Good day my girls,” she stopped briefly to admire herself in the wall-sized mirror at the lift lobby. Immediately she disappeared into the lift, the duo resumed their gossip.
‘Has anyone attended to you yet?’ a baritone voice echoed into my eardrums.
I looked up and saw a tall and lanky figure standing before me, clad in a white T-Shirt over a pair of blue jeans.
“No,” I answered flatly. “I’m actually waiting for someone.
“I thought as much because we don’t keep our customers waiting for long. Customers are kings you know and…’
“Dr. Osas,” One of the nurses ran towards him with some documents, “Sorry for the interruption. I need your recommendation on this report.”.
“I will need plenty of time to digest the content. Take it to my office; I’ll join you in a moment.”
“Okay, sir.” She eyed me disdainfully as if I had stolen something precious from her…
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