Two in Body ; One in Soul

Chapter 7: Brothers?

The car reached the hospital.
Zain's handkerchief was almost totally wet by Ahmed's blood. Zain tried to wipe out rest of the blood drops from Ahmed’s face. Suddenly Ahmed moaned a little. Zain paused his hand. Then keeping the blood-wet handkerchief in his fist, he lightly shaked Ahmed’s face.
Zain: Brother! We've reached. Please, hold on for a little more!
Ahmed moaned again.
When Zain was about to get out of the car, he noticed his hand gripped tightly by Ahmed. Zain put his other hand on the bond of hands and lightly shaked his two hands as a sign of giving mental strength. Then he lightly opened Ahmed’s grip and getting out of the car, hurriedly rushed to the nurses and they came up with a trolly. They took out Ahmed from the car and shifted him to the trolly.
The driver came out. Zain lightly blinked at him.
Zain:Thanks a lot, brother! Thank you for giving me the ride on time! Almighty knows what would have happened otherwise.
Driver: (Tried to interrupt) Oh!Oh! Don’t mention that, sir. It's also a blessing for me to come to your need.
Zain lightly blinked at him again and took out money from his pocket.
Zain: Here's the money.
Driver: Thank you...
Hope he would be healed soon.
Zain feigned to give a little smile.
(In a low tone) Zain: Hmmm
Driver: Then I'm leaving, sir.
Zain nodded his head and blinked his eyes. Then, he rushed to Ahmed’s trolly.
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As Ahmed's situation was critical so he was taken to the emergency unit for dressing.
The receptionist of the hospital asked for admitting Ahmed. They asked a good amount of money for admitting Ahmed and the treatment, surgery and CT Scan.
Zain thought for a while.
He hadn’t got the payment of this month.
As it was the finishing of the month, he hadn’t had that much money with him then.
He had to pay most of his salary as his life expanses and he had to pay the debt, he had taken few years ago. So he could save a little.
Zain(to himself): Though the treatment cost is more than the amount I have, there is a good amount of dollars in my savings. I saved it all through my worklife. But nothing is precious than a life. I will do anything to save you brother! I've promised!

Zain thought that they would ask for the ID card. Instead of asking for ID card, they wanted to see if he had any health insurance card. But he hadn’t had any. He searched but forgot to bring the ID card with him.
Zain: I think I've left my ID card in my workplace. But I have my credit card with me.

As it was emergency, they told him to show his credit card.
Receptionist: What's his name?
Zain: Name?..Name...aaa... Ayaan Junior.
Receptionist: Age?
Zain: Mmmm...28+
Receptionist: What's your relationship with him?
Zain(to himself): Who am I to him? I think I've met him before, but still as I can't remember, we're strangers... Strangers?!
Zain: Mmmm...brother.
Receptionist: What's your name,Sir?
Zain: I'm Ayaan. Ayaan Senior.
(Moving the notepad forward to Zain)
Receptionist: Please give your contact here.
Zain hurriedly wrote his number.
Then he paid a great percent of the bill with all the money he had in his credit card. But he couldn’t complete as he hadn’t had that amount of money with him then.
Finishing the formalities, Zain sat on a bench, lowered his head and put his hand on his twisted forehead.
Zain(to himself): Hope he didn’t get a major injury and heal quickly. How much will be his age? As like me! What a miserable fate! He is now in his young age, it's not the time for him to die! I must do my best to save him! I must do something brother!
The incidents of their meeting each other at the restaurant, flashed across his mind. He lost himself into the illusion.
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A nurse came to the reception and asked for the unknown patient's name and after confirmation from the receptionist, he looked for Ayaan Junior's guardian. Zain came back into reality. Synchronising with the atmosphere, he rushed to the nurse.
Zain: I am! I am his guardian! How is his condition? Has he got any major injury?
Nurse: Patient's condition is near the safe level. Nothing to be worried that much. He has got some injuries in his knees and hands. Dr. Oliver has stitched his injuries in head. We have dressed him up. But a lot of blood has come out. We need two bags of blood. Please manage minimum one bag right now.
Zain: What's his blood group?
Nurse: O-, I know, it is rare, but it's really needed right now. We're sorry. I've already checked but there’s no bag of this group of blood in our hospital's blood bank.
Hearing that, Zain became more tensed.
Zain: What to do now?
Nurse: Please collect minimum one bag from somewhere else.
Zain rushed out of the hospital. The nearest hospital was nearly 20 min walkway. He didn’t want to spend money for himself. About all his  savings were spent. There was few cents in his pocket. Rest of the money might come out of need at anytime. So, Zain insisted on going there on foot. He almost ran at a great speed.

Suddenly something came into his mind. Decreasing the speed gradually, he stopped.
Zain(to himself): What is my blood type?!
He thought for a while. Then a memory of his blood group certificate flashed in his mind.
Zain(to himself): Hey! I am O-! My blood group is also O-!! Then why am I running? I can give him blood! I think I'm able enough to donate blood, aren’t I? Then why am I making delay? Zain, why did you become such stupid at this critical moment! Run, Zain, run!