HER CRUSH

Chapter43

Abdullah..
I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by a crowd of people. Zarah sat on the couch, her hand over her cheeks, her eyes wide with worry. My sister is nearby, her face pale. Sufyan's mother sat beside me, her hand resting on my forehead, while his sister sat at the vanity, looking as though she'd seen a ghost.

"Calm down, Habibi ," Sufyan's mother said, her voice soothing. "Everything will be alright." I slowly began to relax, but my mind is racing. "Are you hungry?" she asked, I shook my head, unable to think about food at a time like this.

I looked at Ummi, but she avoided eye contact. My heart sank. How could I have caused her any more pain? "

"Everything will be alright. You just need to rest. Why don't you go take a shower?"sufyan mother exclaim

"But Ummi... I started

I will talk to her. She's not mad at you;

She just won't talk to me, and it's not my fault." I started

"Hey, calm down," "Let's get you cleaned up and feeling better.

Come on, Fatima will help us get you into the shower. Don't worry, everything will be alright." She gave me a small smile, but my heart remained heavy. My eyes kept straying to Ummi, who still refused to look at me. I knew I'd caused her pain, and I felt like the worst person in the world.

Zarah led me to the shower, and I hoped the hot water would help me feel better. As we walked out, I glanced at Ummi, who still wouldn't meet my gaze. We headed to my room, and I settled on the bed, staring at Zarah as she stared back at me.

"Babe, you need to see a doctor," I muttered softly.

You're the one who needs a doctor," she exclaimed, unbuttoning my shirt.

I chuckled. "I don't need a doctor, but you need one. You're burning with fever, Zarah." I sighed. "Are you hungry?" I asked, looking at her.

"No, come on, you should take a shower," she replied.

Please tell me, what's wrong with you?" I asked, holding her hands.

Nothing serious, just a fever.

"And you call that not serious?" I asked,
"Then what's wrong with this face?" I asked, gesturing to her pale and clammy skin. "

What face?" she replied, evading my question.

I gently pulled her closer, my eyes searching hers for answers. "Tell me the truth, Zarah. What's going on?"

It's nothing, Abdul. Really," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper.

But I knew better. I know Zarah well enough to recognize when she is hiding something. I cupped her face in my hands, my thumbs gently tracing the contours of her cheeks. "You're scaring me, Zarah. Please tell me what's going on

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, She took a deep breath, and her words spilled out in a rush. "I've been feeling really tired lately, and the fever's been coming and going. I've been trying to ignore it, but...but I think it might be something more."

"What do you mean 'something more'?" I asked.

Nothing just go take your bath