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Qahhar's point of view

I look at Adama who aggressively threw her bag on her shoulder, it has been three days since our argument.

"I'm leaving." She announces. "Come back safely." I say as she turned about to walk away. "Is there anything you want?" She asks, glancing at me for a second.

"No, thank you." I weakly smile and she nods. "Okay." She leaves the room.

Gleevec? I suck my teeth. Is it effective? Would it really make a difference?

I scratch my nose, shrugging off the thoughts when i felt an excruciating pain in my left leg, rendering the leg numb. I grunt, holding the leg tightly. I need to take my meds but its downstairs. The pain increases, making me have bo choice but to go downstairs.

I place my legs on the floor, standing up before I fall back on the bed because of the pain. I gather up the strength, standing up and putting less weight on the left leg.

I limp, clenching my jaw in pain every step of the way. I stand at the stairs, the hardest part.

I continue walking when my right leg suddenly started hurting but worse than the left. I lean on the stair rail, I was losing balance.

I hear Adama's voice. "I'll see what I can for but I'm not promising anything. I'll be there, don't worry."

I stand straight so she wouldn't think anything is wrong. She opens the door, our eyes meeting immediately.

She was still angry, acting passive. "I'm back." She closes the door. "That's good, you going back?"

"No but I'm going to meet up with some friends." She says before she walks away to the parlor.

I sigh, concealing the pain. I take another step when a wave of immense dizziness hit me. It was the room was spun around. I try to keep my balance but it was almost as if I was losing consciousness.

I rolled down and finally hit the floor, hitting my head. I grunt in pain as my whole body goes sore. "What happened?" I hear adama's approaching footsteps.

She screams, running to me. "Qahhar?! Qahhar, wake up!" Her voice fading away.

Adama's point of view.

I hang up, taking a deep breath before opening the door. I raise my head, my eyes meeting immediately with Qahhar's. From a few minutes ago, he's gotten paler. Is he okay?

"I'm back." I close the door, looking away for a second. "That's good, are you going back?"

So he doesn't want to see me.

"No but I'm going to meet up with some friends."
I walk to the parlor to get his meds he most probably didn't take. I keep my bag on the chair, almost running to the kitchen to get a cup of water.

I pour him a glass of water, holding the bag of meds in my hand. I jog out of the kitchen when I hear a thud.

I keep the glass cup on the table. "What's going on?" I walk towards the stairs when I see Qahhar on the floor.

"Qahhar?! Qahhar, wake up!" I run to his side, shaking him as he closed his eyes.

He had blemishes on his face due to the fall. I place his head on my thigh, panicking.

******

I sit on the chair outside qahhar's room, waiting for a go ahead to see Qahhar. The doctors suggested for an MRI and full body scan.

I rub my hands nervously, sighting Hasneem walking towards me. I couldn't wait, I stand up and went to him.

"How is he? Is he awake? Is everything okay?"

"He's fine but he has a concussion. Adama, his condition is deteriorating."

"What?"

"The symptoms are clear, I don't think he will make it to next year." I hang my head, my eyes stinging. "I'm sorry."

"Can I see him?"

"Of course , go ahead." I wipe the tears that were on my face. I take in a deep breath then entered the room.

He lied on the bed watching, his eyes shifts to me immediately I walked in. I smile at him, closing the door.

"How are you doing?" I walk to him. "Fine, thank you. Have I been discharged?"

"Nah, they need you here for at least three days." He closes his eyes.

"I know you hate it but its for the best." I sit beside him, holding his hand. "What is the problem?" He asks noticing how I was. 'Nothing, I just....was it the pains?"

"I tripped."

"You sure it isn't something else?" I look at him, my eyes teared up.

"No, it isn't. Don't worry yourself." He gives me an assuring smile as I notice his blemishes. He gets wounded easily because of the leukaemia.

"I don't want us to fight or argue anymore, I just.....don't take the gleevec thing then."

He looks at me intently, not saying a word. "I'll be selfish if i asked you to take it when you'll be suffering so forget about it. I just.....I don't want to lose you. How am I going to cope?"

I was unable to look at him so I focused on his hands. He didn't say anything, I look up and see him still looking at me.

"You're silent."

He raises his hand, placing his hand on my cheek, caressing it. "I'm so selfish." He mutters, dropping his hands down. "

"If I had not married you, you might've met some who isn't terminally ill. Whether I live or not, I'll be a burden."

"I can't believe you're saying this." I shake my head as he looks back at the TV. "That's the reality."

"I knew you're terminally ill and still married you. It was my choice."

He sighs. "You should go home and rest." He rubs his eyes. "I'll pref-".

"Just...go home. Rest." I lean back on my chair, shaking my head before standing up and leaving the room.

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