A Murder Mystery in the Emergency Room (Part 2)
I really didn’t see this coming.
We thought he was dead, but then suddenly, he started to move like he was fighting to live.
So we started CPR, gave adrenaline, put in an IV Line, rushed normal saline.
But alas, our efforts were all in vain. He stopped moving finally and he died for real this time.
We called his brother aside and broke the bad news to him
He’s gone.
NOOOOOOO!!!! Mayowa!! Whhyyyyy?
The Room was filled with wailing, we took his relatives to another room and allowed them to grieve.
Then, we turned our attention to Mayowa’s roommate who was still actively bleeding from his arm.
We had gotten the materials necessary and were about to suture the wound, when more relatives of the deceased entered the emergency room, only to hear the bad news.
It happened so suddenly and I was rather shocked.
One of the relatives entered into the cubicle where the roommate was being sutured and he slapped him.
He raised his voice at the roommate.
ARE YOU MAD? YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! MY BROTHER IS DEAD! HOW DARE YOU?? DOCTOR, DON’T TREAT THIS MAN!
Sir? What are you doing?
We attempted to take him out of the emergency room, but he was very aggressive and violent so we let him be and we called the security guards.
But before they could enter, he dragged the roommate by his neck out of the emergency room, all the way outside the hospital.
Then the policemen came, broke up the fight and brought the roommate back in to be treated properly.
I SWEAR, I DIDN’T KILL HIM. HOW CAN YOU EVEN SAY THIS?
The roommate kept on lamenting.
They weren’t just roommates, they were best friends. They were both 25 year old undergraduates searching for a job together. How could he kill his best friend?
The police asked us to treat him and assured everyone that a proper investigation would be carried out to find out the circumstances behind Mayowa’s death.
More and more relatives of Mayowa stormed angrily into the hospital and were prevented from seeing his corpse, as well as his roommate, for fear of any further aggressive actions.
I felt bad for Mayowa’s roommate. Not only did he just lose his best friend, he was being accused of killing him.
So who did it? Thieves? Cultists? Fulani herdsmen?
I kept on thinking to myself.
Ugh! It’s not your job to figure this out, don’t bother your overthinking mind.
So I decided to focus on what my job was. To suture this man’s wounds.
In a bid to lighten the awkward mood, and make him feel more comfortable, I asked:
What’s your name sir?
He told me his name.
Ahmed.
So I cleaned up his wounds and began to suture.
I noticed his demeanor was very calm. He didn’t seem too saddened for someone who just lost his best friend and was accused of murder. Right there in my presence, he even answered a call very calmly.
I was shocked.
Is this a coping mechanism or did this guy really kill Mayowa? If he’s the killer then does this mean I’m suturing the wounds of a murderer???
I had to stop my imagination from running wild. Lol.
I finished suturing. I did a nice job with it. I cleaned and bandaged the wounds and left Ahmed to go and document in his case note.
The air in the Emergency room was tense. Mayowa’s angry relatives were outside waiting for Ahmed to come out. The police and security guards were surrounding the entrances. And all of inside, doctors, nurses and medical students, were anxious.
Eventually the truth about what happened was revealed.
Ahmed trusted a senior colleague of mine, who happened to be male, and he opened up to him about what happened.
It turns out that Ahmed, Mayowa and the rest of his ‘relatives’ were part of a gang. Ahmed and Mayowa were roommates and once in a while they got into petty fights. Just like normal roommates do. Their fights were getting more frequent of late and the rest of the gang were aware.
This time around, they fought because Mayowa didn’t throw away the dustbin.
Ahmed was very angry and decided to ‘teach him a lesson’. So he angrily went into the house, carried a machete and waved it around in a bid to threaten Mayowa.
In the heat of the moment, Mayowa attempted to attack and take the machete from Ahmed. The struggle between both of them led to Mayowa getting hit by the machete. Unfortunately for him, he bled out before he made it to the hospital.
Ikr….
The story is quite annoying. A petty fight led to the death of a young ‘‘promising’ man.
I was quite upset and I just said a prayer for the young men in this country.
