*Jeremy* *Chapter 5* Jeremy was rushed to the hospital this morning. Last night I kept having this banging headache when I got home. I feared I may have a fever because of the rain that drenched me to my pants. I had my bath, covered myself up with a blanket, and just kept staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep. Jeremy was all I could think of. I felt the boy's pain. I knew he liked me as a person and shared a special bond with me. No wonder he calls me dad. It was not just a name he came up with. He had other options. But he chose dad and I knew it was because he loved me and saw me as one. I kept asking myself why the mother reacted that way towards me. In my head, I was calculating my next approach and how I could win her trust so I could be close to Jeremy. It was while I was still thinking that I fell asleep. This morning, I woke up and went outside to buy bread. Purposely, I took the street leading to Jeremy's house hoping to see him. But instead, I saw people in front of Jeremy's house. I knew at that moment something was wrong. Their faces carried concern. The door was locked with a padlock. Today is Sallah and a public holiday. Jeremy isn't going to school today. He was supposed to be home. Curious, I went to ask a woman whom I knew around. "Ma hope all is well. This one I am seeing people." "Yes, it is well. I woke up as well and was told that this woman's son was rushed to the hospital by 4am this morning." "What happened?" "I don't know too. But they said he use to be sick that way." I became disorganized at that moment. I asked the woman which hospital he was taken to and I was told he was taken to the teaching hospital. I returned home quickly. I couldn't even buy the bread anymore. I kept thinking about what to do next. But in the midst of this, I thanked God that Jeremy's mother didn't accept the food I bought them last night when I went to visit. What would have been my story now? I would have been more scared than I already am. I am preparing to go to the hospital. I pray it is nothing serious lord. I just pray Father. *My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.*