The Patient I

His heart was failing him as he clutched his chest in pain. Tiny beads of sweat dropped from his dark forehead onto the bedsheet followed simultaneously by frothy saliva from his mouth. "I cannot die like this"  he mumbled. Chief Okeke must pay for his crimes. He shifted his somewhat heavy body, gasping for air with each movement.' Nurse Angela was supposed to be here, where had she gone," he wondered in frustration. His aim was to collect the small brown medicine bottle on his bedside cupboard.The label on the bottle was worn out and he could only read few inscriptions on it as the name "......dinitrate". The pain has spread to his shoulder travelling down to his arms. Mustering the last of his strength,  he reached for the bottle which was to be his only saviour and with a shocked and defeated face, he realised the bottle was empty.

Nurse Angela was about reviewing the medication charts when her alarm sounded. It was time to visit her patient in his home. A strange man, she thought. The patient rarely speaks to her nor smile. She had tried on several occasions to start a conversation but the most she could receive was a grunt as a reply. She knew something was bothering him aside from his sickness but she could not exactly pinpoint what it was.

With a sigh, she shuffled the medication charts and placed them neatly on the desk for the night shift nurse. She scribbled some instructions on the office note pad and gently placed it inside the drawer.  The hospital receptionist was sitting in the hall and as usual they exchanged pleasantries as she stole quick glances at the mirror before leaving the hospital. Nurse Angela is a very beautiful woman with hourglass body shape and she knew it. She straightened her dress and immediately hailed a taxi.