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“I gotta go. I’ll text or call when I have an update!”
I watch him and some other medical staff run off, and head back out to the van.
The thirty-minute drive is done quietly, and when we get back to the village, I thank the guys and they leave.
Later that evening, I check my email and I’m happy to see one from Stacy. The attachments state what drugs they’re sending, how much of each, and the label information—made out to me with an address to the local airport. There’s a tracking number, and it takes forever to load, but I see they sent it out three-day air, so it’ll be here in a few days. I will be there to pick it up when it arrives. I reply and thank her.
This is such good news. I’ve had a good day. A text earlier from Dr. Smith told me they were able to get Kwame an MRI a few hours after I left, and also some extensive bloodwork. They determined it’s about stage two and are starting the chemo immediately.
I don’t regret what I did, in fact, I hope my decision will have saved his life.
A few days ago, I’d asked Amari why Kwame never had any visitors. A lot of the other children had frequent visits by their mothers or grandmothers, sometimes older siblings. He never had anyone. I was told he was orphaned, which explains why he had nobody to fight for him. Well, he does now. I’m going to make that bumpy thirty-minute ride as often as I can to go check on him. He shouldn’t be alone, but I have hope that he’ll pull through.
Seventeen
Eric
Three days later, Iborrow the van and make the trip to the hospital to see Kwame. I frown when I see him, but know why he looks so poorly.
“Dak,” he says weakly, his lips dry and his eyes bloodshot. “You visit me.”
I hug him gently and say, “Of course, I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“I don’t like these drugs, Dak. They make me throw up.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, my guy. Would you believe me if I told you that you have to feel worse before you feel better? The drugs are killing all the bad guys in your blood that made you so sick, but unfortunately, it’s also making your tummy upset. You told me you’d hang in there for me, remember?”
He grins weakly. “I do it for you.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and force a smile. “You better! Are they treating you okay in this dump?” I ask, pointing around.
His eyes widen. “It’s not a dump, Dak!”
I chuckle. “It was a joke, silly. I’m glad we were able to get you here. You’ll get all better, then you can go back to the village and to school. They miss you there!”
He smiles. “They do?”
