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AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
DARK LIGHT
A ChrisEffe Bliss
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EPISODE 19
“Is Eden your real name?” Effe asked, and her voice was soft.
They were in the makeshift ward, and he was moving around, doing things she could not see. For a moment he did not say anything, and then she heard a chair being drawn, and then his gentle voice sounded very near to her head.
“Listen to me, ma’am,” he began.
“Call me Effe, please,” she cut in quickly. “Everyone does.”
“But I’m not everyone,” he said calmly. “I have even stopped bringing patients here, and under normal circumstances, I would have left you to die.”
“But you didn’t,” she said quickly. “You wanted to save me, and you did, Eden.”
“I helped to get the poison out of your system, but it must end there,” he said, and his voice had frosted over. “I don’t want to be your friend, and you definitely don’t want to be my friend either.”
“But I want to be your friend, Eden,” Effe said, her voice unsteady, and for the millionth time she wished desperately that she could reach out and touch him. “I’ve not had many male friends. Steve is the only man I allowed to get near to me, and I tried to make love to him. He’s the only man who’s ever seen me naked, apart from my father, and that horrible uncle of mine. But I couldn’t make love to Steve…I simply couldn’t!”
“Damn it, Effe!” he said harshly. “I don’t wanna hear about it! We’re not going to exchange any damn life stories here, do you understand?”
“I like the way you mentioned my name, Eden,” Effe whispered.
“Oh, Lord!” he said with a deep sigh. “Listen, Effe. I gave your people a month to come back. I’ve done all that I can for you already. Whatever happens next will depend on how badly you want to walk again, and have your motor abilities back. There’s a great chance that you will regain your sight after the surgery, but I can’t vouchsafe that you will walk again. So, for the next month, I’m going to concentrate on herbs and orthodox medicine, but that would be minimal. You will spend more time exercising.”
“Exercising?” she asked, surprised. “Exercising what? I can’t move any part of my body except my lips. And you get furious when I speak.”
“I don’t get furious,” he said. “I just don’t want you trying to be friends with me.”
“Oh, come off it!” she said, irritated. “Eyram tells me you’re an ugly old man! And I don’t like men, and after this horrible experience I’ve had with Steve, I don’t want to see any man! I’m just lying here immobile and scared out of my wits! I usually don’t like talking, but right now, it is the only way to keep sane! Please, don’t take that away from me.”
There was silence as he sat in the chair looking at her.
Somewhere in the background, Dezzy made a low sound.
“I’m going to spend many hours massaging you,” he said, and she was inwardly relieved to hear the soft tone indicating that his exasperation had been put on hold for now. “Secondly, I’ll take you into the lake on some occasions, to move around as a form of exercise. Now, if you feel any sensation – be it pain, itch, tickle, throb – any sensation of feeling at any part of your body, you should let me know immediately. That would be a positive signal, and give me an area to work on, to stimulate further to strengthen the muscles.”
“Yes, Eden, I’ll do that,” she replied.
“Good then,” he said. “We’ll begin with your massage session today.”
And so, eventually, he transferred her to a massaging board, put her on her back, and took off all her clothes.
“You didn’t answer me,” Effe said softly when the pleasant perfumes of the massaging oils assailed her nose.
“What was the question?”
“Is Eden your real name?”
He was quiet for a while.
“My middle name,” he said finally as he gently began to massage her shoulder area. “My mom gave it to me. Says the garden of Eden was the best thing God ever did for human beings.”
“And, by extension, you’re the best thing that God ever did for her,” Effe said.
He looked down at her suddenly, and he scowled a bit.
“I guess, yeah,” he replied softly as he moved to her other shoulder.
“Ah, it makes so much sense now,” Effe said softly. “I thought it was an unusual sort of name, but I like it. Are you an only son?”
“I’m not telling you anything more about me, Effe,” he said softly as his hands moved over her right arm.
“You’re such a spoilsport, Eden,” she said softly. “I thought we were getting on marvellously. We girls are the only children my parents had. My parents sent us to stay with our uncle, Tim Kedem – my father’s only brother – when we were fifteen. That was when my horror began.”
And, as the man massaged her slowly and tenderly, moving from her arms to her body and her beautiful legs, she told him everything about her life, even more than she had ever told Steve.
He listened quietly, and turned her on her stomach to work on her back.
At some points she broke down and wept softly, but this time around he didn’t try to stop her from weeping. When he finally turned her on her back again, she gave a tremulous sigh and smiled beautifully.
“So, when I saw my parents yesterday, it was the first time in ten years that I had actually been close to them. Now I feel a lot better, but the pain is still in there somewhere, you know.”
She became quiet, and she thought he was not going to say anything, but he spoke softly and calmly to her.
“You’ve been through a horrific time,” he said softly. “Sorry, Effe.”
She smiled broadly then.
“I like it when you’re all tender and soft, Eden.”
“I’m not tender, girl,” he said instantly. “I just feel bad about the trauma you’ve obviously lived through up till now.”
“Ah, why’re you always so defensive?” she threw at him. “There’s nothing wrong with being tender. Oh, how I’m dying to hear your story, Eden! I want to know why you’re hiding yourself away from society, and living this lonely life on a lake in a foreboding forest!”
He was quiet for a while as he washed his hands at the sink.
“Let’s keep my life out of the conversation, if you don’t mind,” he said, and his voice was not so soft anymore, so Effe resisted the urge to prod him for more.
He returned to the table.
“Did you feel anything?” he asked softly. “Anything at all?”
She shook her head numbly.
“Am I naked?” she asked.
“You are,” he replied.
“And you touched me…all over my body?” she continued.
“I did,” he said softly. “Listen, I just wanted to find out if there was any spot, any spot at all, where you had even the tiniest bit of sensation.”
“I’m not accusing you, Eden,” she said with a gentle smile. “It just occurred to me that you’re the only man who has touched every spot of my body. Did you touch my clit?”
“Oh, God!” he said instantly. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Aha!” she said with a giggle. “Got you! That’s one thing too, you know!”
“What thing?”
“The way I speak to you,” Effe said with another giggle. “I mean, there are some words I’ve never, never, ever uttered in my life in a conversation, not even with Steve. I can’t say clit in front of Steve! And I can’t say words like…pussy, for instance, when I’m with him…oh, shit, I just said pussy!”
“And shit,” the man said.
“Oh, shit!” Effe screamed, and as she giggled, she heard a strange sound, and she shut her mouth immediately.
The man was laughing!
It was a low, pleasant rumble, so rich and masculine, so charming that she wished it would go on forever. And she just wanted to see his face at that precise moment.
It was a short laugh, lasting for just a couple of seconds, but she heard it in her head, and suddenly she felt very special indeed.
“You laughed, Eden,” she said.
“Yeah, I did,” he said softly as he stared down at her body, and for the very first time he saw her in a way he did not want to see her.
She had obviously lost some weight due to the ravaging effects of the venom, but even then, hers was a figure so pure, a beauty so unblemished and achingly ethereal. He had never seen such perfect skin, such luscious and exquisite curves and slopes on any any woman ever.
And then, as his eyes appraised her in a manner he felt guilty and furious with, he noticed something really amazing!
Her right nipple had tiny little bumps around the aureola!
It happened like that when a woman was aroused, or cold, or responding to touch, stimulus or sensation. He glanced at her beautiful left breast, but there was no such similar sign.
“You have a beautiful laugh,” she said, because the silence had stretched, and she was beginning to feel a shade conscious of the fact that a sudden awareness seemed to have sprung up between them.
He did not say anything.
He reached out slowly and took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and gently tweaked it.
“Do you feel anything?” he asked.
“Nope,” she said immediately.
But her right nipple was still hard.
He sighed and brushed his thumb gently across her right nipple.
Effe gasped suddenly!
“Eden!” she said suddenly, her voice almost breathless.
“Yeah?” he responded softly.
“My right nipple!” she cried, excited. “I felt…felt something!”
“Yes,” he said with a little smile to himself. “I just touched it.”
“You touched…my nipple?” she whispered.
“Yes, I did, sorry,” he said.
“Oh!” she whispered, her heart racing with hope and happiness so fierce that she felt she would explode. “Are you still touching it?”
“No, I stopped.”
“Please…touch it again, please,” she whispered. “I want to feel something…just anything at all. I want to know I didn’t imagine it!”
“It is good you felt it, Effe,” he said gently. “And it is a really good sign. It means there’s hope that you would recover either wholly or partly from the paralysis.”
“Touch it again, Eden, please!” she whispered. “I want to be sure, please.”
He sighed as he watched her.
“I can’t, Effe,” he said softly.
“Why not?” she screeched, almost screaming. “You just told me why you had to massage me! You’ve practically touched me everywhere already! And now touching my nipple is a problem?”
“Yes, Effe,” he said in that same soft voice again. “You were just a patient I wanted to help. It has been a long time since I looked at a woman the way I’m looking at you now.”
Effe gasped then, and slowly he saw her face blossoming with a mixture of emotions running through her.
“You find me beautiful, don’t you?” she asked gently. “And attractive too, yes? Desirable? I’m sure hormones are moving violently inside you, huh?”
“Effe?” he said.
“Yes, Eden?”
“Shut up, okay?” he said. “Just shut up.”
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