The Atheist's Messiah: Yanif by Saul Dobney

Author:Saul Dobney [Dobney, Saul]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Saul Dobney
Published: 2015-04-13T07:00:00+00:00

They parked in the visitor car-park of the hospital and walked towards an angular white building set among an expanse of lawns with a tall fountain in front of the entrance.

As they entered two pretty female nurses in white and blue uniforms whisked out of the door. Riaz watched the sway of their skirts as they strode down the path and almost bumped into a tall man in a light brown jacket.

“Riaz?” said the man in a soft brogue accent. “Niall Coombe.” He looked the three of them up and down noting the dust and creases. “You're not quite what I was expecting to be sure.”

The four of them made their way into the reception area. Fresh orange tulips stood in a vase on the reception desk, and modern art hung on the white walls.

“My daughter Tabitha's the reason you're here,” said Mr Coombe as he accompanied them to the lifts. “She’s been cooped up here for the last little while, with more to come I'm afraid.”

“What is the matter with her?” asked Riaz.

“Leukaemia,” said Mr Coombe. He saw the blank look on their faces. “Blood cancer. Attacks the bone marrow and poisons the blood. Nasty little disease. We were lucky to spot it in time.”

The nurse came and they entered the lift. Mr Coombe pressed the button for the third floor and continued: “She fell off the swing in the garden and got some cuts and bruises that wouldn’t stop bleeding. After a whole mound of tests, they told us 'leukaemia' and she came straight here. Now it's just one round of treatment after another.”

“So why Yanif?” asked Tremus.

“Oh, I'm not expecting him to fix the cancer. We have doctors and all this for that.” Mr Coombe motioned with his head to indicate the hospital around. “But the chemotherapy makes Tabitha very, very sick. You cannot begin to understand how it makes me feel.” He rubbed his hand down his face and inhaled. “The worst of it all, is that with everything that's happened, she keeps wanting to give up. Her hair has fallen out and she lacks any energy for life. I need someone who can make Tabitha feel better about being here, and about all this stuff. She needs a spark. And Mr Eden said to me that you could be the one to help. Magic fingers he said.”

“Then Yanif can help,” said Riaz. “You will see.”

The lift opened and they stood in front of a private room. Mr Coombe gently turned the door handle and placed a finger to his lips to indicate that they should be quiet and the four of them peered inside.

In the room, small thin girl aged around nine lay asleep, a hairless head resting on a pristine white pillow. On the table beside her, a stack of children’s books added the only colour to a white room that looked out over the lawns and gardens below.

As the four stood there, the girl gave out a little moan and half opened her eyes.

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