You're the one I Dream of
Namora came to check in on Attuma, when she saw Maczil leaving. They came face to face, Maczil gave her a sheepish grin, then swam away. Namora watched her go, until she was no longer in her sight. She turned to stare at Attuma’s door, trying to decide if she should go in or not. She chose to leave and speak with him later. Last thing she needed to see, was him in a compromising position. She swam back to her home, recalling what M'Baku had told her.
It was late afternoon, before Attuma woke, freshen up, and sat at his table; to get some nourishment for his body. His mind replay the events that started early morning, way before dawn, and progress until mid day. Maczil had unleashed on him, a barrage of sexual activities; he was still reeling from. The girl, and calling her that, is far fetch. She is a pro, and taught very well; on every erogenous spot on the anatomy. And can-do things, that would put acrobats to shame.
But with all that, and multiple orgasms; she was able to reap from her hard work, nothing could replace love and affection. And he knows them, from the women; who he has had the pleasure, of expressing these accolades. Once you have experienced those things, all the crazy sex in the universe; can never compare.
Once again, his thoughts regenerated on why he thought he heard Okoye calling to him. Everything he remembers from her voice in the restaurant, and the call matched. Which leads to one thing, is he losing his mind? Because he could have sworn through the escapades with Maczil, he heard his name being whispered in his ear, and he knows for a fact, it wasn’t Maczil, because her mouth was full and she was nowhere near his upper body area.
What if there is something wrong? But wouldn’t M'Baku send word to him? He gave him a conch, a year after they had been friends. Since he hadn’t gone to Talokan, it was no need for it. He wonders if he even still has it. If there was a need for him to know, if Okoye was having any problems, he would have tried to contact him.
“Where you able to reach Attuma?” Ayo came to M'Baku in the throne room.
“No, the little blue mermaid, blocked the summon and came instead,” he informed her.
“That’s not good,” she said. He looked over at her.
“No, it’s not,” he sighed loudly. “She doesn’t want him coming back here. Made a vague mention of someone there who has eyes for him.”
“Oh, I see,” Ayo, shook her head. How much she wanted for Okoye to wake, and see Attuma at her side. “But he loves Okoye, or does that matter?” He looked at her.
“She says, he came back a broken man, and doesn’t want him getting it done again,” he told her.
“So, there is no other way to contact him?” She inquired.
“Contact who?” Shuri walked in, hearing the last of the conversation.
“King M'Baku summoned Attuma,” she told her.
“But the little blue fish lady intercepted it,” he informed her.
“Namora? Oh, that one is a female version on her cousin Namor,” she explained to them. “What’s that old saying? Drastic times, required drastic measures.” M'Baku and Ayo looked at her with these confused expressions.
“I don’t remember ever hearing that phrase before,” he told her. “But I do understand the meaning. Which leads me to question. How drastic the measure, are we talking about?”
“Going to the top and over her head,” she said, which made M'Baku grimace.
“Wait, you don’t mean Namor?” Ayo said, it before he could respond.
“I forbid you,” he stood up, staring down at her.
“You do know I can beat you, right?” She reminded him of who she was.
“If that is what it takes, then so be it,” he stood his ground. They stared each other in the eyes, for minutes, until Ayo interceded.
“Shuri, Okoye would never want you to go to that man for anything,” she tried to reason with her. She cast her gaze upon Ayo, seeing the worry in her eyes.
“No, she wouldn’t. But M'Baku tried, and I feel I should do something.” The fatigue was setting in, she hadn’t gotten a good sleep, since this ordeal. M'Baku came to her, and pulled her into his arms.
“You have done everything possible for Okoye, Princess,” he comforted her. “She will be very proud of you, but contacting that man, will not bring her joy.” Shuri relished in his big manly hug.
“You’re both right,” she conceded. Ayo walked over and placed her arms about them.
“Oh, a group hug,” Aneka ran to them and put them in her embrace. All four of them drew strength from each other.
Okoye begin to stir, her eyes slowly fluttered open. She looked around, trying to see where she was at. “Well, hello general, you’re awake” One of the medical personnel came over to her.
“Please don’t call me general, and where am I?” Okoye still searching the room, from what she was able to see.
“You’re in the medical unit,” she informed
“What? Where is Shuri?” she asked.
“Just calm down and relax, gen--, I mean Miss Okoye?” she wasn’t sure how to address her.
“Okoye will do, now can you get me Shuri, please?” She asked. “And water if I may.” She poured water into a cup, from a pitcher at her bedside stand, and placed a straw for her to sip.
“I will get her here quickly,” she left the room. Okoye sip the water, feeling dehydrated and weak. She tried to recall what occurred before she blacked out. She realized, a draft coming over her, and onto her head. She reached up and felt her head was bald again.
“Shuri,” she said to herself. She explored more, trying to see how much of her hair was shaved, when she felt the square dressing at the top side of her head. “What the f---.”
“Okoye,” Shuri, M'Baku, Ayo and Aneka piled into the room. “How are you feeling?” Shuri picked up a clipboard hanging at the foot of her bed, and read it, then wrote something in it.
“I feel tired, thirsty, and hungry. Now what in the name of Bast, is going on?” Her eyes darted from one to another.
“Tell me, what the last thing you remember,” Shuri came to her side.
“Not much, everything seems a blur, up to me being near a stream, and Mbandi drinking. It was so peaceful and quiet, all I wanted was to sleep,” she told them. Shuri looked at them, then back to Okoye. “And you don’t recall anything after that?”
“Nope, just me waking up here,” she looked at all of them, and could tell; there was something terribly wrong. “Is there more that happened, in between that time and now? And why is my head bald again, and this gauze here?”
“Calm down and I will explain to you what’s happened,” she told her. “You blacked out at the stream, then Attuma came along and took you home, because you didn’t want him to bring you to me. Do you remember that?”
“Not at all,” she said, trying to remember. Shuri wrote it down.
“You passed out again, then he called me immediately, after that episode,” she told her. “Do you remember that?” Okoye made a face, that alarmed Shuri. “Alright, I think that’s enough for now, I’m going to give you something to help you sleep.”
“Why can’t I remember?” She looked at Shuri.
“Get some rest and we’ll talk, you just went through brain surgery, give it some time,” she explained as much as she felt she would be able to grasp.
“Brain surgery? For What?” Okoye became agitated. Shuri took a syringe from a drawer over on a counter, then put it through the line in Okoye’s arm.
“Rest, Okoye,” she said, then gesture for the three to leave the room. Okoye handed her the cup she was holding, as she felt herself being carried off to tranquility.