The devil who loved me

Blood from Uche was sipping to the car seat; the aura of death was everywhere. My face was swollen and bruised..i was still putting on an over-sized shirt with just bra and panties beneath, but that didn’t matter, I was praying for uche…Me: why not take him to Best-care hospital, its closer?Jafar: The doctors there would not treat gun-shot wound patients until they get a report from the police, that’s the normal practice..Me: so where are you taking him to?Jafar: there is another hospital in Ago, the doctor was one of us before he graduated…Me: A cultist?I said that on purpose, I wanted him to hurt. He didn’t look at me, or act like I had taken a swipe at him..Jafar: yes, a cultist like m