𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

39 'THIRTY NINE'

Not even God would have forced the words Jemimah said to Black again out of her mouth. At the end of the day, Micah had pulled the CCTV recordings from the hospital and watched the video. Jeremiah had been dumbfounded but couldn't find anything to say to his younger sister.

Taking care of Micah was Jemimah's priority. Contrary to what she thought would happen; Micah didn't mention it or say anything about it. He remained in the hospital for about three days and in those three days, she has shown up every single day to talk with him. They had gotten so close, and Jemimah could barely describe how she was feeling.

"Next week is lecture free week, do you have all your PDFs and resources with you?" Jemimah asked and Micah nodded his head.

"I told you before, you do not have to worry about my academics," he replied, and Jemimah chuckled. The door was pushed open and Black stepped in carrying packaged foods before dropping them on the table.

Jemimah dropped her head and played with her fingers, trying to hide her presence as Black and Micah conversed about something. After Black stepped out that afternoon; he didn't come back until she had gone back to the hostel.

Jeremiah had driven her back to the hostel in silence. The only words they had exchanged that day was Good night. Her efforts to speak or apologize to Black failed terribly after that.

Black did not stay long, leaving the ward just minutes after entering. She knew he wasn't leaving and was hanging around, he wasn't staying in the room because of her.

"Choco, you okay?" Micah asked and Jemimah raised her head to meet Micah's calm eyes.

"Are you pretending not to see or know what's going on?" She inquired with an edge in her voice, "I know you watched the video and know what I said, but you have not mentioned it even once," she added, and Micah threw his head backwards, allowing it to rest against the wall.

"And what purpose or what goal would I achieve by bringing this up?" He asked and Jemimah stared at him in a daze.

"Those words you said, whether because you were worried about your brother or not, were directed at Black, not me. If you have an issue with someone, it's Black you have an issue with, why would I bring it up?" Micah pressed on again and Jemimah found herself tongue tied.

"Do you know what Jerry said?" He asked and Jemimah shook her head.

"How could she say that to him? How could she say such mean and nasty words to him? That's so terrible of her, that's mean and insensitive of her, I want to say those words to her but I can't. She was worried about her brother; she was so worried about me. "She is wrong, but I am not on the list of people to tell her that; that is what he said," Micah stated plainly, and Jemimah felt her waterworks start again.

That was why Jeremiah wouldn't say anything, that was why he looked conflicted each time she saw him. Their conversations were minimal and very lacking, she noticed it but she was waiting for him to speak up first.

"What do I do?" Jemimah whimpered amidst tears, "What do I do to make him forgive me?" She asked again, tears running down her cheeks.

"I don't know what to do. I feel terrible and shameful and like a bad person. "I do not know how to make him forgive me," she sobbed.

Micah pushed his body forward; his fingers reaching for her face as he slowly wiped the tears running down her cheeks.

"You talk to him, he will listen," he said firmly without changing his expression.

Jemima sniffed quietly, allowing Micah's thumb to rest on her cheeks. "Do you really think he will listen?" She asked and Micah nodded.

"He will," he affirmed.