THE PRIEST VOW.
Episode 2.
By Amah’s Heart.
Treatment commenced immediately on her. She was in a serious condition and was bleeding from her head.
I gave all the details to a doctor who knew who I was. After the details, I hanged around a little while until the doctor came out to inform me that she was stable.
I left with the hope to check up on her the following day.
I kept awake all through the night, interceding through prayer on her behalf.
Very early the following morning I stood and went for morning mass, I knelt before the holy sacrament praying.
I believed wholly in God’s mercy and divine grace and I had this confirmation in my spirit that she will be alright.
After the morning mass I went back home, I was supposed to be in church very early because it was a Sunday and we usually run four services all around our dioceses.
I couldn’t attend the first or second mass, I told father Patrick who lives in the nearest block that I won’t be able to attend the first and second mass but I will be around for the third. I told him to relay my message to the bishop. He asked to know what the problem was and I explained to him in brief, making sure that my explanation was clear and short.
He understood what happened and the reason why I have to be in the hospital that morning.
Patrick wanted to go with me but two of us can’t be away on Sunday at same time. I told him not to bother that by God’s grace everything was already under control.
I just wanted to reach the hospital, check and pray for the lady with many others lying ill in there.
I drove down to the hospital, greeted the workers I met on duty both the Doctors and nurses.
I have visited the hospital severally to pray for patients, some of the nurses and doctors are already familiar with me.
“Good morning father!
They chorused at me, immediately I stepped in.
“Good morning, you are all blessed”
I greeted back with a deep smile.
“Amen”
They chorused back. Those that attends Catholics among them made a sign of the cross with their hands before returning to their work.
Doctor Krane, who was among the doctors that attended to the lady yesterday when she was admitted, he approached me.
“Father James, the patient you brought in yesterday evening… went into coma. Before she got here she has already loosed lots of blood and it was a miracle she survived. Her case was pretty serious…very serious. And the condition which she was into complicated everything, we try to stabilize her yesterday like I told you but she is still in coma with a few weeks pregnancy…
I looked at him with a puzzled face at his last statement.
“She is Pregnant??
I exclaimed
“Yes father, she is almost three months pregnant because our scan reviewed this morning that she was 10weeks gone. But the fetus is unhurt, it can only be a miracle father because she loosed forty percent of blood which makes her condition very critical. We have to put her in the intensive care after administering treatment the best way we can but the shocking thing is that the child remains unhurt.
I gasped out in safe relief. I was glad to know that despite she was in a coma her unborn child was saved miraculously.
“Can I see her now?
I asked the Doctor, who nodded affirmatively.
He led me down the corridor to the patient ward, then straight down to the intensive care unit.
I entered quietly and walked to her beside. I stared down at her motionless body, only her chest was moving up and down with many tubes attached to her body and one was on her nose like a mask, it pumps oxygen into her, enabling her to breath.
I made a sign of cross in the air across her body before bending my head in a silent thanksgiving to God for sparing her life because I know without doubt that she will survive.
After sometime, I looked over at her again before turning to leave quietly.
I went into other patients ward, some were in a helpless condition. Most of them had been abandoned by their relatives because they taught that there was no hope of survival. I took their hands into mine and prayed with them, assuring them that there was hope even when everything around them seems hopeless.
I took a peep at the pediatric ward before going in. children lay in different sick bed. It was not a good sight to behold. I quietly sat by their bedside and tell them some angelic stories. It was satisfying to bring back smile on their faces as I went from bed to bed doing almost the same thing until I felt is time to leave.
I thanked the nurses and doctors for their great work and promised to return back the next day.
I couldn’t meet up with the second or third service but I was lucky to be in time for the fourth mass.
I met the bishop after the mass was over and we talked about what happened. I told him everything about the accident and how the lady was still in coma, I mentioned that the lady was also pregnant and the doctor attending to her assured me that the unborn baby was unhurt.
The bishop said I should let him know if I need any kind of support.
I went back home after I was through with church activities and when I retire for the night my mind was centered on the lady’s unborn child.
I don’t even know her name and she is yet to be identified. I wondered why she was she trying to kill herself. Running into the middle of the road without care, she was probably running from somebody or somebody was running after her.
Who is responsible for her pregnancy? Is she married or just got pregnant for a man?
I have question with no answer. Her people might be searching for her but won’t know that she was battling between live and death.
The world is a cruel place to live, a good example is the man that hit her with his car and without remorse he pulled out his middle finger, puff out smoke from his cigarette before driving off.
For whatever reason God wanted me to witness it all and save the poor lady and her unborn child from untimely death he alone knows why and will perfect his plans in her life.
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