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How I Was Femied with Femi (Part 3).

Welcome to the concluding part of this story series.

I could feel that I was on a bed, but I was too tired to open my eyes. I just knew I was in a bit of pain. After several minutes of trying to regain consciousness, I weakly opened my eyes. At first, I thought I was in my room, but as soon as I recalled what happened before I became unconscious, I became more alert.
I saw a lady wearing white and a police officer. I was on a bunk bed and I saw a red stain on my skirt. I was lost for 10 seconds with a deep fear that I had lost my pride. The lady wearing a white scrub (a nurse) noticing my visage quickly made me understand that when I fell unconscious, I had a cut on my palm and the blood stained my skirt. That gave me relief, but also made me realize the pain from my left hand. I asked about Femi and I was informed that he was in police custody.

I was later discharged from the hospital that evening. For the next few days, I was still paralyzed with shock. I could not bring myself to attend classes and I barely ate. My roommates had to call my parents to take me home. I also noticed that Bolu had been absent, but I was too devastated to bother asking.