[August 4th, 2005 – Mombasa Hospital E.R]
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As the doctor made his way toward the emergency room, Msemo remained where he stood—staring blankly ahead, lost in thought.
He didn't even notice the middle-aged woman approaching him.
A hand suddenly touched his shoulder, shaking him gently to get his attention.
Woman: "Msemo… are you alright?"
Msemo: "Hmm… oh, Madam Kali. Yes… I'm fine."
Madam Kali: "Is that so? What happened to Dhalik? Where is he?"
Msemo: "He's in the emergency room, madam. From what I was told… he fell from a roof. When I found him, he was badly injured and bleeding."
Madam Kali: "!! What did the doctors say? Will he be alright?"
Msemo: "Please, calm down. The doctors said to leave it to them. We can only hope and pray everything turns out fine."
Tak… tak… tak…
While they spoke, a doctor hurried down the corridor toward the emergency room.
Madam Kali's anxiety broke her restraint—she rushed forward.
Madam Kali: "Excuse me, Doctor! How is my son?"
The doctor paused.
Doctor: "Your son?"
Msemo: "Yes… Dhalik. This is his mother, Madam Kali."
Doctor: "Oh… yes, the boy who fell from the roof."
Madam Kali: "Yes, Doctor?"
The doctor quickly straightened himself.
Doctor: "Of course… forgive my manners. I'm Dr. Mwenyeji."
Madam Kali: "Hello, Dr. Mwenyeji… how is my son doing?"
Dr. Mwenyeji hesitated slightly.
Dr. Mwenyeji: "I was just informed of the situation, so I don't have full details yet. Last I heard, he was taken into the E.R for emergency treatment."
He glanced at her carefully.
Dr. Mwenyeji: "But don't worry, madam. He is in good hands."
Madam Kali: "Please, Doctor… please save my child."
Dr. Mwenyeji: "I will do everything I can. Now, if you'll excuse me—I'm needed in the E.R."
As he walked away, Madam Kali stood frozen.
And then… slowly… she broke into tears.
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Walking down the corridor, Dr. Mwenyeji reviewed the patient file handed to him by a nurse.
Multiple fractures… internal bleeding… broken bones everywhere.
He frowned.
How is this child still alive?
He reached the emergency room doors and stepped inside.
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Inside, chaos.
Doctors and nurses were trying desperately to resuscitate a small boy.
Monitors screamed.
Beeping filled the room.
Tii… tii… tii…
[Clear!]
Zzzt—UP!
Tii… tii… tii…
[Clear!]
Zzzt—UP!
Tiiii…
Emergency Worker: "We're losing him!"
Dr. Nichoke: "Shit! Nurse!"
Nurse: "Yes, Doctor!"
Dr. Nichoke: "Time of death—"
Tii…
Dr. Mwenyeji: "Wait."
Silence.
Everyone turned.
He stepped forward, eyes locked on the monitor.
Dr. Mwenyeji: "There's a pulse. It's weak… but it's there."
Tii… tii…
Dr. Nichoke: "What?! That's impossible—we've been trying for over eight minutes!"
Tii… tii…
Dr. Nichoke: "…Well I'll be damned. It's real."
A tense pause filled the room.
Then—
Dr. Nichoke: "Quick! Stabilize him!"
Dr. Mwenyeji:(quietly) "This… is a miracle."
To be continued…