Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Alone and seated, Peter didn't know what to think of – his HIV status, the unusual call from Heaven or the strange behaviour of Judith. He would have easily concluded that she was drunk, but they kissed and alcohol was absent in her breath. So many things seemed off with her. Her voice sounded different. She called him Peter which was the first time. She swam out of a submerged car after telling him she couldn't swim. How could she miss him that much when they spent the night together and she practically denied him sex?

Something is definitely wrong somewhere. He pondered in shock and sheer horror. Is this the same Judith he spent the night with? Maybe she had a twin sister? The accident could have damaged something in her brain. And she could be suffering from some kind of memory loss. Though people return changed after being up and personal with death.

Why is everything happening all at once? Judith is behaving strangely. Heaven from his past and who is supposed to be dead according to his dream; suddenly called him from nowhere. It all made no sense and in his frustration, he prayed for divine interpretation. His thinking was distorted when a sound came upon the tiny speakers beside the TV.

"Mr Peter Solomon, please come to room 10 for your result!" a female voice said.

The announcement brought his thought back to his HIV status. His heart began pounding, nerves stretched to the breaking point. He stood up, shaking, palms sweating; he walked quietly to the said room.

Inside, he met a dark skinny doctor on a baggy uniform. She wasn't smiling; her lips were compressed with so much effort on her side. It reminded him of his grandmother who said female doctors are very wicked and none of them should bring any home as a wife.

"Good… day" he struggled to say, quenching the nervousness and growing lump in his throat.

"Are you Mr Peter Solomon?"

"Yes. It is me" he said pointing his shaking fingers at himself.

"Take your result" she handed him a folded paper, smile still not evident on her face. Peter took the paper, his hand shaking like someone with a fever.Peter left the doctor's office and went back to the reception desk, where he asked the brown-eyed nurse about Judith Ugoh. After scanning through the monitor screen, the nurse responded shaking her head.

"No. we don't have anyone by that name here"

"How do you mean?" he asked shocked.

She turned her gaze from the monitor screen and pinned it at him.

"I meant since the establishment of this hospital, no one by that name has been admitted here".

Noticing the tension in her voice, Peter smiled easily.

"I meant the lady that was brought in soaked not long ago".

"Oh!" she exclaimed "That's what you should have said"

"Am sorry"

"But her name here is not Judith Ugoh"

"It is what then?"

"Heaven Solomon is what is here"

"Are you sure, she is the one you are looking for?" she asked looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"Yes," he nodded slowly.

"Alright" she returned her glance to the screen "She is in room 16. The last room by your left, down the hallway".

"Thanks. And did I say I love your eyes?"

In a minute, Peter was in front of room 16. He pushed the door slightly and it gave way easily. Inside, he met a nurse standing beside the bed, where Judith slept peacefully.

"Are you a family member?" the nurse asked in a voice that sounded like that of a ten years old.

Peter almost burst into laughter but held himself and nodded.

"Boyfriend or husband?"

"Boyfriend"

"Good, we have given her something to help her relax. Her body and mind need it"

"Hope she will be alright?"

"She is alright. But she provided us with conflicting information. Sleep should help her calm down. When she wakes up, we will continue from there."

"Alright," he said and was about to sit.

"I will advise you to leave and return in the evening or tomorrow morning. It is going to be a really long sleep".

"I will be back in the evening then" he left and shut the door behind him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them to see another nurse in front of him. She grabbed him by the hand, pulled him about six feet away from the room door.

"I have something really important to tell you!" she said tensed and looking all over.

"What is so important that am being kidnapped for it?" he said staring at the grip on his hand.

"Am sorry" she let go of his hand "I'm Miss Juliet"

"I'm Peter" he stretched his hand, she took it. "What do you want to tell me?"

"What I'm about to tell you might sound crazy and if you choose not to believe I won't be surprised!"

"Really? I have had a fair share of crazy right from yesterday till this very moment. I don't think there is anything that will top that"

"Good" she slightly pulled him away from the way, allowing another nurse with a tray of drugs to pass. The repelling smell of drugs filled the air for a short time. His stomach twisted as he covered his nose.

"Do you know who a Medium is?"

He thought for seconds before responding "Someone who communicates with dead people I think"

"Have you met any before?"

"Do they exist? That should be the right question…"

"I'm one," she said looking at him, searching for a reaction but Peter simply said

"OK" suspicion growing in his eyes; then he added, "What has that got to do with me?"

"Not really you" she pointed at him "But your girlfriend inside" she added.

"Ok?" he said trying to think of what fairytale the nurse was about to share with him.