HER CRUSH

Chapter61

Zarah..,
"Today marks a joyous occasion - Ummi's marriage is being restored, and I'm over the moon for her, wallah! But, in stark contrast, Abdul's health has taken a concerning turn. His temperature soared last night, and we were up all night, worried sick. He was throwing up repeatedly, and after the fifth episode, he collapsed in the bathroom. I was beside myself with anxiety, having never seen him in such a vulnerable state. Feeling helpless, I reached out to Sufyan over the phone, despite Abdul's insistence that I keep his mother in the dark about his condition.

Sufyan rushed to our side, and together, we hastened Abdul to the hospital. I was terrified for his well-being, unsure if he'd pull through. Only Sufyan and I were aware of the gravity of the situation, and we spent a sleepless night at the hospital, our minds racing with worry.

Early morning, Sufyan insisted I return home, despite my reluctance to leave Abdul's side. He emphasized the importance of keeping Ummi unaware of the situation. During breakfast, I struggled to eat, my mind preoccupied with worry. The family noticed Sufyan and Abdul's absence, which is unusual, and bombarded me with questions about their whereabouts.

After the Zuhr prayer, when the marriage ceremony was re-solidified, Sufyan called me with a solemn update: Abdul's condition had taken a critical turn. I managed to slip out unnoticed and hailed a cab, which sped me straight to the hospital. The sight that greeted me left me overcome with emotion; I burst into tears, unable to bear the thought of losing him. "I can't see him like this, fearing the worst. "It feels like he's not going to make it anymore."

Sufyan paced anxiously outside the ward, his bloodshot eyes a testament to his worry, while I sat down, my hands instinctively clasping my forehead in distress. Sufyan's phone rang loudly, and he answered it, revealing the hospital's name to the caller. Thirty minutes passed, and still, no doctor emerged with an update, prompting me to silently pray, "Ya Allah, please let nothing happen to him...please Allah."

Just then, Abba and Ya Sadeeq arrived, and Abba immediately insisted that Abdul be transferred to a different hospital. Ya Sadeeq explained that Abdul had suffered a relapse, which was likely caused by his failure to take his medication for a while. Alternatively, the stress of the marriage situation could have contributed to his condition.

So, the best solution is to take him to a psychiatric hospital. After much discussion, they decided to inform Ummi about Abdul's condition. As soon as she arrived, she called the doctor who normally treated him, and they arranged to transfer him to a different hospital. Upon arrival, the Neurologists examined his brain and revealed a shocking diagnosis: "Something is wrong with his brain, not his usual sickness." I couldn't believe it - just yesterday, he looked so well, and we were all happy, enjoying each other's company without a care in the world. It's chilling to think that just one moment can change someone's life forever.

Abdul's condition remained critical, and he was sedated and placed on a ventilator. The diagnosis is schizophrenia, a harsh reality we had to face. The sudden turn of events left us all in shock, struggling to come to terms with the fact that Abdul's life would never be the same again.

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Have you ever felt like breathing is a struggle, a painful burden? Like you need to escape, leave everything behind? Have you ever lost your sense of purpose, felt like loneliness is a never-ending abyss? Abdul's sickness makes me feel all these emotions and more.

It's been two days since I last ate or drank, despite his sister's efforts to persuade me to eat for the sake of our unborn child. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Two days without seeing Abdul, without hearing his voice. Waking up every morning without his gentle greeting is a torment I can no longer bear.

The doctors have tried their best, but to no avail. Abdul remains in the hospital, lying lifeless. His mother sits beside Sufyan, discussing his condition, her worry and concern etched on her face. I've noticed Sufyan hasn't eaten either, his usual neat appearance now disheveled, a testament to how much Abdul's condition weighs on him.

I hugged my arms around my body, burying my face between my thighs as I sobbed uncontrollably. Sufyan approached me, offering a bottle of water. I slowly raised my head, took the bottle, and sipped some water, feeling a sense of relief. I slumped back into the chair, taking a deep breath.

Sufyan reminded me, "We should get going. Ummi ordered that you go home and rest. You need to sleep, shower, and eat healthy food for the baby's sake." His sisters are both at home, waiting for us. I nodded weakly, feeling a bit lightheaded.

The ride home was silent, the tension palpable. Suddenly, a craving hit me. "I want something sour, please," I pleaded with Sufyan. The desire for something tangy and tart is overwhelming.

He let out a chuckle, "Something sour, Zarah? No way, I'm not letting you have that!" He concluded, parking his car in front of Jabi Lake. "I'm coming," he exclaimed, getting out of the car. Not long after, he returned with a bunch of chocolates.

"Thank you," I said, slumping back a little in the car seat as I unwrapped one and popped it into my mouth.

I offered him one, but he declined with a shake of his head.

"Do you realize what you're doing isn't good for your health?" I asked, turning towards him. He smiled wryly.

"Oh, look who's talking. You're the one who needs food, not me." His expression turned serious, "Abdul won't be happy seeing you like this."

I hummed, closing my eyes as a single tear slipped out, feeling a mix of emotions.

Abdul 😢get well soon please

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