"Shouldn't you be asking your parents if they want something? They haven't moved an inch since they arrived at the hospital."
Taking her chances — knowing very well that she would inflict on her sore heart the fury of her husband, and perhaps the taunts of her mother in law who was still a bit skeptical about their sudden marriage.
"Alayna I don't want to fight you right now, but we've got this under control. Just don't create unnecessary ruckus."
"What do you mean? Unnecessary ruckus? Who do you take me for? This disrespect will cost you a lot!" She whisper yelled.
"Boy am I scared!"
Emir rolled his eyes. Resting his head against the cool plaster walls of the hospital he was forced to stare at the bright white lights of the waiting room. Each moment was shrouded in heavy silence and anticipation, as the doors swiveled by and by, the anticipation in their blood curdled ten times more. It was a painful realization, his own chest filled up with a stabbing pain the tightness inside his ribs squeezed the life out of him. His eyes pinched shut, a steady stream of tiny vibrations littered the left side of his face. A dryness like the Sahara filled his mouth as Emir waited for the doctors to announce their verdict.
A long week had passed and the pain invoked inside their chests had yet to dull. Their had been no communication between his mother and her best friend. Their was a cease fire amongst their affections. Unknown to the situations on both the sides, they let hate build up without reason. Emir had spent more than a handful of hours comforting his mother, his wide shoulders just enough for her head to nuzzle on to and sob. He had, disregarded his duties towards his wife who was rushing in and out, looking after their affairs in the hospital and making sure that they were looked after — all the while her own spirits had taken a toll.
"E-Emir?"
"Madre?"
He ran to her side, sinking to his knees. Her hands clasped his in a death tight grip. The reddened eyes rose and took in the sight of the young woman pacing around the room. The curls of her hair softly tumbled over her shoulders and the deep dark circles that had marked her once supple skin, gave birth to feelings of pity inside her heart.
"Janice khala?"
The breathy, familiar voice broke the depth of silence inside the room. Alayna froze in her location, Yusuf looked at Lilah with clear eyes, Janice neared her figure as Emir tried to maintain peace. He hoped for his brother's sake that things would not go wrong — the hopeless lover inside Taimoor that had just been given birth to deserved to thrive.
"Where did you go? Why did you do this to my son?" Janice's tone was free of all former affections.
"I had- had to go. Na–nanu was in a coma." She whimpered.
"What?"
"Y-yes. I pr-promise Janice khala I want to marry Taimoor. I wouldn't have hurt him like this. Can I — can I see him?"
"Oh Lilah!"
Janice hugged the tired girl to her bosom. Kissing the top of her head the two women cried tears of anguish and pain, reinstating Alayna's belief that she would never have a mother figure in her life. Wiping the tear that fell down her soft cheek, she stepped out of the room. All of them — they already looked like a family and she in no way was hoping to be a third wheel in their moments.
