I stared at the blood-stained handkerchief on my hand.
What exactly was wrong with Davis?
I rushed out of the school and flagged down a cab. We arrived at Davis’ house and I paid the cab man and rushed out. From the front porch I could hear Davis coughing violently. I rang the door bell and Sandra opened the door looking worried.
I really didn’t like her calling me ma’am but this isn’t the time for arguments.
“He’s in his room, he’s been coughing since he returned,” Sandra replied worriedly.
I ran upstairs and paused at my room to drop my bag, then I went to Davis’ room. He laid on his bed with the sheets scattered as he dragged them while coughing. The blue sheets had blood stains on it and the room was in disarray, I guess he pulled down everything while coughing because the book shelf and tables were on the floor. I made my way through the mess and sat down beside him on the bed.
“What’s wrong Davis?” I asked but what I got as a reply was his continuous coughing. I remembered the drugs he took when he had this kind of cough, then I took out the box from his drawer. I was confused on the particular drug because the box was full of containers of different drugs. I did a guess work and took out a container, then I filled a cup with water
“Drink this,” I proffered him with the tablets and a cup of water which he quickly collected with shaky hands while coughing. He swallowed the tablets and gave me the cup.
I helped him sit up on the bed, then started arranging the room. When I was done, I turned to see him staring at me but he quickly looked away. His cough had subsided. I changed the blood-stained sheets and made his bed and he laid down.
“Thanks,” Davis mouthed
“You need to got back to the hospital,” I said but he just rolled his eyes and looked away.
“How do you manage to live alone like this?” I asked but he didn’t reply. “Answer me Davis.”
“Do you know the pain of living all your life without a mother, knowing she abandoned you and left?” Davis asked.
“Yes, my mum died during childbirth so I grew up not knowing her.”
“With a father who doesn’t care?”
“I don’t know that feeling because my dad cares about me.”
“Then you can’t understand even if I tell you.”
“Don’t force yourself to care about me Trisha, I know you hate me, no one cares.”
“I never hated you Davis, you were just a bully but I really care.” Okay that came out wrongly. Davis gave me an are-you-serious look “Yeah, I know it’s unbelievable but your condition is really pitiful.”
I couldn’t stop staring at her as she talked. I never felt care but she made me feel it. All these years no one was ever there for me to help subside my cough, but twice she was there. She arranged my room and made my bed. I felt care and love. I really miss my mum. The woman I vowed never to miss after the way she left and caused me pain but I can’t hate her.
I always envied Chase, at the slightest pain his mother was there but me—
“Thanks, Trisha. But I really I don’t need lies to be fine.”
“You shouldn’t believe everyone will end up leaving like she did,” she said before she could stop herself.
“How did you know about her? Chase told you right?”
“I’m sorry if I said—”
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” I cut in
“You have to eat something Davis, you barely eat at home, even at school,” she said and I was shocked. No one ever noticed that.
“You’ve been monitoring me?”
“We live together and we attend the same school. You don’t eat before going to school, you eat laptops for lunch and you skip dinner,” she said and I chuckled.
“Nice.” I smiled.
“I’m gonna get you a meal.”
“You’ll have to prepare it yourself.”
“I’m a bad cook.” Trisha chuckled
“Sandra is also a bad cook.””That’s a lie”
“Just go and cook.”
Trisha got up and asked, “What should I prepare?”
“Choose something else.”
“A chicken casserole.”
“Okay.” She grinned then clapped her hands and left.
I smiled to myself, it felt sweet to know someone cares about you.
I took off my oven gloves, then watched the chicken casserole as it cooked and the paste got thick. Few minutes later it was ready then I dished it in a plate and arranged it on a tray. I took a bottle of water that wasn’t cold and kept on the tray.
Davis’ health didn’t need cold water. Davis really needed care and help, betrayal left him in this present condition. What if I get him to trust him and end up betraying him.
Will he ever forgive me? I don’t even think he would make it.
I carried the tray to his room and he was already asleep. Not wanting to wake him, I gently dropped the tray on the table and sat beside him. I felt his forehead with the back of my palm and it was hot. He was having a fever.
“I’m sorry Davis,” I said and tried getting up to get cold water when he held my hand with his eyes closed.
“It would get better if you don’t go,” he said and his eyes fluttered open.