𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ 75

The moment they had gotten off the airport there was an ambulance waiting for them. Her brother had been transfer and settled in a hospital that was going to keep watch on him 24/7.

This was not something that earlier had in her mind but to be honest doctors and nurses along with the numerous machines could keep a better eye on him than she ever could. Aliya refrained from speaking up because this was the best option that she had.

"Now?" She caressed her brother's forehead. They had to cut off the hair but then he had decided to chop them all off.

"We go back," he answered, "also for now you will be shifting to my place."

Her forehead crease as she heard him say that. "What? Why would I be shifting to your house?"

She looked at him who was sitting at the couch of the room. He sighed her she and then stayed at her with visible irritation as she was an idiot. "Alia the area you live in is approximately 2 hours away. Mine is a distance of 30 to 50 minutes if there is traffic."

She sucked in her lips as she turned to look at her brother. She had completely forgotten about that. Not to mention she still had to go to work.

She nodded. He was right there.

"I will go to my place to night though." She told hey man gave him a look that said that she was not ready to be stood against on this matter. "I just need to be alone and I also did to pack a few clothes."

A nurse came and stood at the door and Armaan got the drift of what she wanted to say. "It's 12 in the night Alia. We need to leave for now."  He stood up and went near her. "We will be there tomorrow for visiting us. For now we need to leave."

She sniffed and nodded. It was hard to watch her brother sleeping in hospital bed with the bandage wrapped around his head and soon go into surgery. The tears just did not stop.

"Yeah," She whispered and close your eyes. She did not turn back and simply walked out of the door with as much as strength as she could. She knew that if she turned around once she would not be able to leave her brother.

Arman was right behind her and as she walked out of the and exit of the hospital the drivers stood their and opened her door.

"Her place for today Sham." The moment drivers took his seat Armaan told him and he nodded.

It was then Aliya realised how far Armaan had been thinking. Alia's house was really far from the hospital where her brother was staying. It did take them to us to reach to her apartments and there was no traffic in the middle of the night.

She really did need him. She was not thinking with the clear mind. It was obvious that she had to have him as a support.

He got out of the car and open her door. He did not stop at the entrance of apartments rather made sure to drop her to her place.

"Do you want tea?" She offered not knowing what else to do. She was standing there in her apartment, in the middle of the night, it was not the first time that he had stayed over but there was just too much going on for her to actually think straight. The priority was her brother.

He shook his head and took his hands out of his pocket as he made her. Placing them on her cheeks he joined their foreheads together. "Don't worry,"

"How can I not?" She sniffed. "He is not even up for an hour before they come back and give him the dose to-to make him unconscious again. I can't even talked to him or know how much of pain he is in!"

"What the doctors are doing Alia we cannot question it. They know what they are doing. However, if you want to know ask them what it is for." He pulled himself back, "pack your bags for tomorrow." He reminded before placing a kiss on her forehead and leaving.

She sighed and let loose. Falling to the floor she pulled her knees to her chest and held her head on them. How was it that for five years she had tried to greive for her mother and then after five years when something was falling back on track her brother. . . Might be dangling of to the the age of death?

It was not fair. She sniffed, her chest jerked as a cry came out. It was too tough. She was not sure if she could handle it anymore.

Her phone dinged and since she was wearing her coat she fished it out of her pocket ready for a distraction even if it was the mobile company telling her that her recharge was due.

Arman:

Call me if you need me. I do not care if it's the middle of the night or 3 p.m. you call me if you need me.

Her entire lower jaw trembled and without thinking twice she pressed the Call button and he picked up immediately.

"Alia?"

"Ar-arman," she sniffed and stuttered, "Please—"

"Switch on the TV and put on the news. I want you to watch it until I come back." His voice sounded hurried and she did as told. He did not cut the call and so did she.

Within minutes she had come back and she realised that it had hardly been 10 minutes for him to leave her house.

Armaan remained in the room as she changed in the bathroom. He sat on the chair while she was lying down on the bed ready to sleep as he held her hand through it all.

She needed him.