“Get the fuck out of my way and the hell out of my O.R!” She yelled.
The quacks stumbled around, looking like they’d been hit with a brick on the face. The woman trotted to where I was laying in my pool of blood and when she saw what condition I was in, she shook her head angrily.
“Get me two of your best doctors here right now. And I repeat, the best two!” She yelled at the quacks who were hurrying out of the theatre with heads bent in shame. Then quietly to herself, she said. “If this girl gets out of here alive, you’re all dead men!”
She came around to where my head was and started to stroke my hair.
“What’s your name?” She asked with a little smile.
“Sa….h…sa…hara.” I stammered.
“Did you come here alone?” She asked.
“My friend. She…she ran….wa…..y.”
The woman nodded and peered suspiciously at the drip the quacks had set for me. She didn’t seem to see anything alarming in it, so she faced me again and continued to stroke my hair.
“What about the father?” She asked gently.
I started to cry again and a bubble of mucus formed in my nose. The woman wiped it away quickly with a wad if cotton wool.
“I don’t know.” I said.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
I shook my head.
“I didn’t tell him.” I replied.
She relaxed a bit. “Why Sahara?”
I knew the answer right from day one. I didn’t have to think about it or lie. It was on my lips and I already regret that he wasn’t here.
“I didn’t want to be the girl who ruined his life. We were having so much fun, it just happened so quickly. I was ashamed of myself. I didn’t want to be the girl who ruined his life.” I managed to say, holding my tears for clarity.
The woman only nodded but didn’t say anything about that. Then two young men in light blue scrubs burst into the room.
The woman stopped stroking my hair and her face became serious again.
“Sahara, I’m going to do every thing I can to make sure you and this baby get out of here alive. I need you to be strong for me, is that okay?”