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In less than two hours, Dele arrived at Abigail's house with his ambulance and they made their way down to her parent's.
 As soon as they reached the compound, Abigail jumped out and rushed to the Door while Dele followed behind. Abigail knocked at the Door frantically and her Mother opened. Immediately, Abigail dashed in.
    "Ah! una don come?" Her Mother exclaimed as they all went to the room where Abigail's Father laid. 
     "Mami, how is Papa?" Abigail asked as she placed her right hand on his head.
    "My Pikin, na im  be dat o! I don put the wet towel for him head." Abigail's Mother lamented. Dele moved over to the bed side and beckoned on Abigail to step aside..
    He brought out his stethoscope and placed on Abigail's Father's chest. After a while, he scribbled down something on a notepad.
    "He will be fine, he is just a little hypertensive." Dele announced.
    "...I will give him some drugs now and before long, he will stabilize." Dele added.
Abigail and her Mother felt relieved.
   Few minutes later, Dele was set to leave.
   "em. .Doctor, you no go kuku sleep for here? Time don go, abi?" Abigail's Mother suggested. Dele hesitated.
     "Thank you ma! I really need to go, there are other patients waiting at the Hospital." Dele replied.
     "Okay o! You do well." Abigail's Mother responded.
      "Well, madam I'm sincerely sorry for the mix up." Dele said. Then, Abigail saw Dele off to the Door.
      "Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?" Dele asked as he turned to Abigail.
       "No..thanks, I'll just spend the night here." Abigail replied.
      "Okay...Let me know, if there's anything." Dele said as he walked out of the House.
Abigail shut the Door behind.
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