It was as usual, the king was rushed into the car. The driver was already
panicking,
he was at alert to rush down to the
hospital. The gate was quickly opened by
the gate keeper the driver rushed out, the
queen was sitting beside the king at the
back seat. She was breathing out fast.
Ruth had already ordered the second
driver to drive her to the hospital also.
They got to the hospital, the nurses
rushed out to aid in bringing him in as
usual. They’d seen him inside before he
was brought out. He was carried into the
private ward that had been provided for
him and his only daughter Ruth. The
doctors that normally attend to him got
the information about his arrival and got
to work.
It was serious.
The drivers and guards were standing
outside the hospital to guard, the Queen
was sitting by the reception at the front
of the private ward with her daughter.
Ruth was weeping, it was normal of her
because both of them are normally the
victims. She was not herself, as she was
standing, she would sit again, she was
not in the mood to pick any call and
neglected all her friend’s calls.
The nurses were coming in and out of the
ward with trays and different things on
them. They were also running up and
down taking care of the King of that
Kingdom. The doctors who knew and
don’t even know about the illness were
also there taking good care of him.
The overall doctor came out sweating
profusely. Queen and her daughter
rushed up to him. “How is my father?”
Ruth quickly asked.
‘What of the king!’ The queen shouted
out.
The doctor was sweating and looking at
both of them. He was looking tired
within. He didn’t say anything to them,
he rose hid index finger up, ‘Let me see
you in my office’ he said and headed
there.
‘Can’t you tell me here!’ The Queen
shouted.
“Office, my queen.’ He replied.
The queen wondered and hurried after
him...
To be continued
