But I refused to answer him and tried to think of a convincing story. As soon as we walked in, I was ushered into the trauma section and given a gown. A nurse walked over to me and helped me undress then started cleaning my wounds while Errol was giving the clerk at the front desk my personal information and his insurance card. Soon an emergency room doctor walked in to my cubicle to examine my eyes. He quickly evaluated my injuries then called for an eye specialist. “Honey, what happen to you? Do you want us to call the police?” the nurse whispered in my ear in a calm voice. I held back my tears and took a deep breath and then calmly told them a pretty convincing story. It must have been a pretty good one because nothing else was said, and the police never showed up.
About ten minutes later, I was examined by two ophthalmologists who stated that I had glass fragments embedded in my left eye and that both of my corneas were scratched. “Will I have any long-term eye damage? Will I recover?” I asked. Just then Errol popped through the curtain and introduced himself to the doctors. “Uh, doctor, this is my wife. Is she going to be okay?” The doctors stated that they could remove the shards of glass from my left eye with minor surgery and assured both of us with rest and medication I would have a full recovery. One doctor then administered a local anesthetic into my eyes while the nurse finalized the paper work and prepared me for surgery to remove the remaining debris. Two hours later I was patched up like the mummy and rolled out of the recovery room in a wheelchair. The operation went well the doctor bragged to my husband. In fact we’re going to discharge your wife. As Errol walked out the door to bring the car up to the side door, the nurse bent over and whispered in my ear. “If there’s any discomfort with your eyes, don’t hesitate to call us,” and handed me my discharge papers. Errol and the nurse helped me into the car then handed Errol my prescription for painkillers. We drove straight to the pharmacy in silence and then home. Errol was scared to death and overly nice to me and apologize numerous times, but all I wanted to do was get into my bed and sleep. I would figure out the rest later.
When I woke up, I was so disorientated because my eyes were bandaged shut; I didn’t know if it was day or night. So I sat up in the bed and felt around for the TV remote so I could find out what time it was. Just then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and sat there motionless. The door opened and Errol walked in and put something on the nightstand. “Baby, I made you something to eat, and sat down beside me.” “No thanks, I was just getting up to use the bathroom.” My stomach is a little queasy. I lied about not being hungry, but I had no intentions of eating or drinking anything that he served me after the bullshit I had just gone through. He helped me to the bathroom and waited for me outside the bathroom, then helped me back to bed.
He sat down next to me and insisted on talking, he wanted to say his piece. I sat quietly listening until he finished talking and decided to keep my comments to myself. At this point the only thing I could do was to rid my life from this miscreant from hell and to get his despicable ass the hell out of my life for ever. My eyes had to stay bandaged for a week, and I was scared to death and truly helpless. Sean and Monica had gone away on vacation. Toni had flown to Ohio on business. Dawn was attending a seminar in Atlanta, and Nia was on a photo shoot in Italy. So, I was on my own. The next day, I fumbled around with the phone until I was able to master calling. I called my boss and told him about the accident, leaving out the gory details. He assured me that he would pull another staff member from the office to fill in for me until I was able to come back to work then wished me well. Then he hurried off the phone