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It is my child (Conti)

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"You are lucky, very lucky Gerald. I don't know how many people would have survived such a crash and live to talk about it."
"Asante sana daktari. I have been thanking God since I woke up."
Gerald had left Milly's house and stood outside for about five minutes. He heard Milly calling her girlfriend and then decided to leave.
"Kuwa na usiku njema boss" imploded the guard as Gerald passed to go on to the main road. However he was so deep in his thoughts he did not hear the horn. He didn't hear the shouts to stop. He didn't hear anything. He only realized he had been in an accident because of the wailing of the sirens. The same sirens that had brought Sally to the same hospital.
He laid in his bed and continued in his thoughts. It was at this time his phone rang. Sally's mom.
"Hallo?"
"Where are you Gerald?"
"I am in hospital madam."
"You are in hospital? What happened to you?"
"I was involved in an accident."
"Sorry to hear about that. Sally is in hospital as well."
"WHAT?! Sally is hospital as well? What happened to her?"
"She was found passed out on the floor by her neighbors. They say they had heard you guys shouting before the incident and I wanted to ask you what had happened."
Gerald paused. He was shocked. His heartbeat rose a bit making the nurse rush in and ask him to calm down.
"Which room are you in?"
"105"
"Sally is in 103. We are coming to see you."
"We?"
"Her dad and I."
"OK."
"Calm down Gerald. You do not need a high blood pressure at this time. You need to relax."
"I will try nurse. Can I please ask how long was I passed out?
"15 hours and forty five minutes. We had to do a major operation."

"So that is what happened to my legs. I was wondering why I could not feel them."

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