NOT OVER YET!!!

wheel as she thought back to the call she had received

ith hot black coffee, she took a sip of her drink to give herself coura

ing wildly and was sure the sou

air smelt unmistakably of disaster, ma

y drove into the hospital yards, she didn’t bother parking her car in the work

e worked every single day yet today it felt like she was in her personal hell. This was different, this test results would deter

usly as the automatic doors slid open and s

id as she sat on one of the chairs in the big room. Life tossed

world”. Vanessa finally re

The doctor continued trying to make small talk to eas

m here for. She bit out, stretching h

ghtly at the tensed Vanessa, “they would

er fingers and began to nervously twitch them together,

hour passed, Vanessa had had it up to here, and her tolerance level is beeping a bright red. “Mrs. Ma

t back down, after glaring at the nice doctor Vanessa sat down, crossing her

doctor, closing the door gently behind her as she left the room. The doctor went through them, humming quietly, shuffling through the piles of paper. She fished out a couple of printed

genotype result slip, her husband’s was an AS and blood type, O negative, and he was

de her handbag, it was time to check hers and she went with th

ere in a knot at this time and her hands were really shaking, the paper fell fro

last text at the bottom of the result. Just as she had feared and thought, she was HIV positive, her heart squeezed in pain and she gasped, trying to get ox

esenting her forever. She couldn’t bear for that to happen. She has always wanted to bear his children so bad so

table, so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her knees shook, she had half expected this result after

ed to hug her and tell her it would be okay. But she di

es, she became aware of the doctor’s intent gaze and she sat up straighte

lt slip in her bag and she thanked

inking everything is over as there is no plausible cure yet for HIV but tr

oint?” Vanessa asked quietly. “My husband could become infected and I am

Vanessa. “There is a seminar coming up in

band, it will help you guys in overcomi

smile spreading out on her face. “My husband—my husban

ence is not the answer. And I will prescribe some medications for you, trust me Mrs. Compton if you adhere to my i

nd of the world if it is adequately managed. And besides it would get to a stage when the percentage of the infection would be about a meager 0.97 percent and you would be able to have unpr

e and handed it to Vanessa, w

out looking back she left the room, walking out of the ho

t was a miracle she didn’t get involved in an accident as she didn’t even see the road she was driving on. Her mind was p

s of her environment and she notes that she w

t and wandered aimlessly around the beach. At last, she found her

usly at fate, as this was the exact same

t love a

get some fresh air and decide on what course her life would take academically. She had absently minded raised her hand to toss a stone

lding the pose just as he had instructed. The man seems to carry a color palette and canvas everywhere he went to, so he set up his materials

o you are, but my neck fu

ave this problem of forgetting my models are human and needs a

y Houston, a painter and you, my beautiful f

s, “it’s fine, and I am Vanessa darego, a m

ooked so soft and pink, she wondered how it would feel like to kiss him, to feel his stubble run against her soft cheeks, his n

odded asking for his mobile phone if he had one, she inputted her phone nu

u”. He ha

to leave but Vanessa had stopped him, “can I see wha

n, she made to protest and throw a hissy fit but he shushed her, “Why don’t

is retreating back, till he faded into a thin nothingness and she was all alone. She wondered if she had imagined the whole encounter but was proved

ront of her, she managed to fish out her cell phone from her pocket and switched on the led flash light, which illuminated her surroundings. She shuffled her feet exasperate