Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E51

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

I excused myself from the table and walked over to them.

“Amaka, this is my friend, Rotimi. He wants to talk to you.” And with that Uncle China left me alone with the guy.

“Hi. How are you?” He extended a handshake.

“I’m fine.”

“Ok, this is embarrassing, I didn’t tell him I wanted to talk to you. He told me to help him call you and now this.”

What was he talking about?

“Let’s start again. Hi, I’m Rotimi.”

I nodded.

“Sis, I’m as out of place in this place as you are. I’ve been coming to his parties for years and I still haven’t managed to blend in with the crowd.”

“Ehehn?”

“Amaka, right? It’s obvious I’m boring you. Do you want to return to your sit?”

What did he expect me to say to that? Who was he?

“Who are you?” It just dropped from my mouth.

“Rotimi. Who are you?”

“Amaka.”

We laughed at the same time.

“Amaka, what do you do?”

“What do you do?”

“I asked first.”

“I’m a student. And you?”

“What are you studying?”

“One question at a time. What do you do?”

“I’m a doctor.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, he told me about your situation. Do you want to talk about it?”

“So why did you say you didn’t want to talk to me?”

“I didn’t. I mean, I didn’t mean to call you like that. He tricked me. We were talking about you, but I didn’t know who you were, then I asked him who that girl was, that’s you, and he said her name is Amaka. He told me to help him call you. Then he told me you were the one.”

“Ok.”

“Do you feel like talking? About it?”

I shrugged.

“Let’s find a quiet place.”

The only quiet place we could find was inside his car, a blue End-of-Discussion parked inside the compound.

When I closed the passenger door he ignited the engine and switched on the AC. His stereo started playing Michael Frank’s The lady wants to know. He switched it off.

“So, what happened?” he said.

“Someone raped me.”

“Do you know the person?”

“No.”

“When did this happen?”

“A few days ago.”

“And you haven’t seen a doctor?”

“No.”

“Are you concerned you may have been infected?”

“Obviously.”

“Ok. Was there bruising?”

“No.”

“Uncle C said he gave you something?”

“Yes. But I know it won’t work, I just took it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say so. In some cases, especially rape cases, we can give a patient post-exposure prophylaxis. But I’m sure that’s not what he gave you. Most likely some multivitamins or some herbal remedy that’ll keep you awake at night at the best.”

“So there is something I can take.”

“Yes, but it depends on your HIV status. When last did you do an HIV test?”

“Last year.”

“How many months ago, roughly?”

“About six seven months.”

“And since then?”

“I haven’t done any.”

He laughed.

“No, I mean have you had unprotected sex since then?”

“No.”

“Not until you were raped?”

I nodded.

“Ok. We have to get you tested tomorrow.”

“Doesn’t it take longer than that for it to be detectable?”

“With normal antibody tests, yes, but we can do a combination test, or a PCR tests. Basically, the other tests are able to detect infection a lot earlier but they are more expensive. But that’s not the point of the test I want to do now. I need to know your current status so I’ll know how to treat you starting from tomorrow.”

“Oh, ok.”

“I know you know your status, but I must still do the test, you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Besides, Uncle C is paying so I’ll do all the tests and some more. I’ll even test you for asthma. His bill will be very big!”

It was a joke and I laughed.

We sat in silence for a moment then he switched on his stereo and Michael Frank’s voice filled the dark cabin.

“Sorry, I like old people’s music,” he said.

“I like it. I think Antonio’s song is his best song ever.”

He looked at me surprised. I smiled and we both stayed in his car listening to good music. He was handsome, and funny. And he was a doctor, my doctor.