KELLY'S POV
When Professor nonchalant asked me if I was alright, I could not even give him an answer. I just ran as fast as my legs could carry forgetting I was on heels. I got into a taxi and asked the driver to take me to the district's hospital. Before the taxi could take off, professor nonchalant joined. I was surprised, but I could not even say thing. I was too scared to death to start recognising anyone. I kept praying through the ride to the hospital while urging the taxi driver to be fast. I felt like he was taking eternity to get us to the hospital.
I dashed out of the taxi upon arrival, and ran into the hospital. "Mari… the girl involved in an accident just now, I'm her roommate," I said with my breath already running out.
"She's in the operating room,"
Immediately I heard that I just pushed forward without any knowledge of how to find the theater. Then I bumped into a nurse. She was in a hurry and did not even say a word to me. Meanwhile, my eyes were fixed on the TV screen. The news was already carrying Mari's accident. How come it's being reported so fast? Then I saw a guy step out of the car that had hit Mari. She was on the floor in the pool of her own blood while he stood there unscath. It was at this very moment that my brain recalled running past a guy who looks exactly like the one on the screen. I turned around and there he was, looking towards my direction. I charged at him.
"It was you! It was you!" I yelled. I felt the pain in my heart shooting up my brain and I just wanted to see him in the pool of his own blood just like he has done Mari. I was blinded by rage, I did not know when professor nonchalant came in the way. I grabbed my heels and aimed for the man responsible for Mari's situation. It was too late for me to draw back, and the security came too late.
"George! George!"
"Get me a f*cking doctor!"
I was in so much shock seeing professor nonchalant bleeding on the floor, I could not even find the energy to struggle as the security dragged me out of the hospital.
But what have I done? That's a professor at the university, and this could affect my graduation from school. To top it all, I got the wrong person bleeding.
"Please, I did not mean to hurt him. He got in the way and I didn't see clearly,"
I do not know what I was thinking, if the securities would let back in a terrorist like me, after causing such a terrible scene at the hospital.
"The police will soon be here," one of them said.
That was it, that's exactly where I went on my knees. I can't be the useless daughter of my renowned family and still have a police record.
"No! Please not the police. I will do anything to settle, but please do not involve the police," I said pleadingly. But they did not seem to give me the ear. Instead, the much younger put a cuff on my hand, while his colleague asked him to stay with me so he can hand me over to the police. According to him, it would be too nice of them to take me to the security room. My eyes fell with my head to the ground as tears stream down my face. I thought I was going to get justice for Mari. If I was being arrested because I had hurt the bastard who hit Mari with his car, I would not feel this bad. But then, I got the wrong person. I might as well lose my degree.
"fuck!" I screamed in my head. This was torture for me. I can't even call my parents to help out. And I doubt Asantewaa would be able to come through for me. Not like she would not do her best, but what if the officers in charge are racist? What if they do not give her any audience? I just let my body slump to the ground, my back against the wall.
"I don't know what made you do what you did, but you should not have done that," the security who had placed a cuff on both my wrist said.
Seeing that he sort of cared, and I was desperate, I urged him to let me go. "You sound like a nice guy, why don't you let me go. Please!" I batted my eyes at him. But he was not even staring. He did not look my way. He just stood there unmoved like a rock that has stand the test of time. Nothing feels more frustrating than the feeling of being helpless.
"Kel!" I heard someone say my name. I looked up and found Asantewaa standing in front of me. But it wasn't just her, it was her trying to dodge reporters from swimming in. I notice more security rushing out of the building, probably to come contain the reporters.
"Kel, what's going on?" Asantewaa asked. She looked confused and a little bit drained.
"How come you are here?" I asked her. My throat felt dry, my words came out almost like whispers. She knelt down beside me, bringing her height down since I was already sitting on the ground.
"I saw the news about Mari," she said.
Asantewaa rushed down to the hospital because of Mari. The same Mari that always gives her the cold shoulder. She must have a heart of gold, solid and fine.
"The guy that hit her is right inside this building," pushing a glance at the door.
"Did you try to hurt him? Is that why you are in handcuffs?" she asked. She must be smart. Of course she is smart. I lifted my knees to my chest and pressed my head against my knees sobbing.
"Did you even think of Mari before making such rash move?" I felt stupid at her statement. I felt foolish seeing how she was blaming me.
"I was just caught up in my emotions!"
"Mari is undergoing surgery as we speak, and that's how bad it is," I cried. I felt Asantewaa patting my back. She sighed then said she no longer knows whose side to stay. She can't leave me now, and there's no one by Mari's side. And that was where I understood that she wasn't blaming me because I had done something bad, but because Mari no longer has someone to look after her.
"I will get you out. I will go talk to him," she said standing up to leave. But I was strongly against that. I tried to call her back but she was gone. Does she even know how to find her way. And talk about having the time to worry about others. The security grabbed me by the arm asking me to cooperate like he was about to rescue me. It was the police. They've come to get me.
I was escorted into the police vehicle and asked to get in. I had already caused too much trouble for myself and being stubborn right now would do me no good. So I just did as the security guy from the hospital adviced; I co-operated with the police, and let them take me to the station. But my mind was exploding throughout, from getting inside the car, to walking into the station with cuffs on my wrists.