Kwame struggled to comprehend the unfolding tragedy, questioning whether he was trapped in a relentless nightmare. To confirm his worst fears, he needed to hear the devastating truth from the doctor himself.
As soon as Kwame attempted to speak, the doctor delivered the heart-wrenching news: "We're deeply sorry. Despite our best efforts, she couldn't survive." Tears streamed down the doctor's face, his lips trembling.
Gal sensed Kwame's body shudder, his eyes turning crimson as he became catatonic. Kwame was speechless, his gaze locking onto Gal's. He signaled him with his eyes, gesturing toward the emergency room entrance.
Gal intuitively understood the silent plea without a word. Kwame needed confirmation, craving any shred of hope. Gal helped Kwame stand, and together they walked slowly to the emergency ward.
The doctor didn't intervene, his expression somber. Their pace was deliberate, considering Kwame's fragile state.
Just as they reached the ward, a nurse rushed in, exclaiming, "W'asore oo!" ("She has woken" in Ghanaian language). Kwame's despair transformed into determination.
With newfound strength, Kwame rushed to his wife's side, leaving Gal behind. The nurse's words had rekindled hope, but when he got to where his wife was, the sight of her crushed it.The hopes he had all dried like a dehydrated lips.
Her frail hand extended, palm open, beckoning Kwame. He intertwined their fingers.
"My breath is fading, Kwame," she whispered. "Protect our baby, name her Iris. Teach her my ways, make her love me. Move forward with life, and don't let memories of me hold you back."
Kwame's tears fell as his wife spoke, her voice fading.
"Move on without me... Never forget... I love you, Kwame... Till we meet again."
Her final words hung in the air as life slipped away.
Kwame's anguished cry echoed: "Aaaaaaa! Why me, God? Why me?" Gal rushed to console him, tears streaming down his own face.
The scene was a symphony of sorrow, with everyone present sharing in Kwame's grief.
Kwame's emotions oscillated wildly, but the overwhelming melancholy consumed him.
As the reality sank in, Kwame's world crumbled. His heart felt shattered, his soul crushed.
Gal's comforting words were lost amidst Kwame's anguish. The hospital's sterile atmosphere seemed to suffocate him.
Time stood still as Kwame grappled with the loss. His mind replayed cherished moments with his wife.
The nurse's gentle touch brought Kwame back to the present. "We're here for you," she whispered.
Kwame's eyes met Gal's, both mirroring the same despair.
The hospital room, once filled with hope, now seemed desolate. Kwame's future, once bright, had darkened.
His wife's memory would forever be etched in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of love and loss.
As Kwame navigated the labyrinth of grief, he found solace in Gal's unwavering support.
Together, they would face the daunting journey ahead.