*Jeremy* *Chapter 6* When I got home, I had my bath and quickly drove straight to the teaching hospital. I was so concerned about seeing Jeremy that I forgot to ask how and where I was going to see him or his mother when I got to the hospital. I only remembered this when I was already halfway to the hospital. I stepped on the brakes to think. And when I couldn't think of any solution apart from turning back and heading home again, I decided to just drive and hope that when I got to the hospital my luck would shine. It was as if God was there with me. When I got to the hospital, I saw a particular neighbor who stays in my area. He was walking out of the hospital reception. I intercepted him and he was surprised to see me at the hospital. "Uncle Praises, wetin bring you?" "I came to see that boy. I heard he was rushed to the hospital." "Yes o. He is on Oxygen." He turned trying to direct me to the exact ward. "Bro, what happened to him? I saw him just last night o." "According to his mother, he slumped while she was shouting at him. The boy just collapsed." "Just like that?" "He usually falls ill like that. The mother told me today that he has sickle cell and she has been battling it with him. You know she is a nurse. That was what helped her manage the condition with him all this while." "I never knew. No one will even know he has sickle cell. He looks healthy." "I didn't even know until now. But this time, seeing him on Oxygen drained me. His mum has been by his side all along. I am rushing to work now. At least I have brought them to the hospital." I glanced back. "You brought them with your car?" "Yes. She had to run and call me around 3am because her son was running a temperature and had collapsed for the 3rd time." "Where is he, sir?" The man pointed towards a staircase and asked me to climb and take my right. "Ward 12. The pediatric ward. 3rd floor. Bed 15." I thanked him and ran in the direction he had shown me. I was able to locate Ward 12. It was a big hall. But then there were so many children there. One by one, I saw kids. Children with fire burns, sick, tired, children on Oxygen, and those crying. I saw mothers. Mothers in pain who were staying beside their kids and praying for them to get better. I searched with my eyes for the bed number Jeremy was and kept looking and walking until I found him lying alone on a bed. There was an oxygen tank beside him. Jeremy's eyes were closed. His mum was not there. I sat beside him and held his hands. Just then his eyes opened. He looked at me and muttered weakly. "Dad..." "Shhh! Don't talk. Jeremy... I am here." Just then his mother walked in holding a nylon containing beverages and bread. She halted as she saw me. Then her eyes went to Jeremy. She ran to him and turned to me. "He is awake. When did he wake?" At that moment I knew it was God at work again. I will continue this story 8am tomorrow. I left the hospital this evening and will return tomorrow morning. I am tired and had to struggle to write this episode so everyone will be updated. Thank God for life. *My name is Praises Chidera Obiora and I am the best at what I do.*