Can you feel my heart?

Finally

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At the hospital

Fadil and Khadijah rushed to the hospital from home immediately, while Ahmad wait there.

"Ahmad ! Where's Asma?! Where's my baby?! Where's my baby?!" Khadijah's face looked pale as she grabbed onto Ahmad's clothes tightly. Her reddened eyes looked everywhere frantically in fear.

Fadil was panting and he managed to say. "How's Asma?"

Khadijah's tears fell as he saw Ahmad staring blankly outside the operating room. "Ahmad is Asma..."

The red lightbulb of the operating room was still lit up. Asma was still in the middle of her surgery.

"How's she?" Khadijah asked after she calmed herself down.

Ahmad had been sitting on the cold bench since just now. He looked downcast without moving an inch. Despite having heard his Mother , he did not react at all.

At last Ahmad replied slowly but coldly, "She was fractured in her arm, her torso, both her calves, her scapula sustained a fracture. She's also got fivebroken ribs,many different scars and her head received..."

Khadijah 's face turned paler and paler as Ahmad said more. She didn't know that her girl was suffering this much. If she'd known this would happened to she would have not let her go.

Fadil did not know what to say. He went up to Ahmad and put his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Asma is blessed that she survived all the tortures. She'll be alright!"

Ahmad still did not respond.

Fadil knew he would not listen to anything now , so he stayed quiet after a few words of comfort

Time passed by slowly...

The surgery went on from midnight until sunrise.

At 6 o'clock sharp in the morning, the red light was turned of. The door of the operating theatre opened from the inside.

Two operation assistants came out, followed by the main surgeon.

The surgeon was drenched in sweat. The surgeon's gown clung onto his sticky skin. He took off his mask and had an unpleasant expression on his face.

Everyone's hearts sank when they saw the doctor's expression.

Khadijah came over as well. She had been praying with her hands opened together as she recited many du'as. Nervously, she went up to ask as the doctor came out, "Doctor, how did the operation go? How's my child?"

The doctor phrased carefully as he studied their gazes, "I'm sorry. We've tried our best. Although the operation was successful, the patient received too much damage, and she can't wake up now. The patient is unable to breathe on her own. Her brain stem reaction and brain waves can't be detected..."

When they heard the doctor's answer, everyone stood there stunned. They froze for a long time.

After a while, Ahmad asked emotionally, "What do you mean 'unable to breathe on her own'? What 'missing brain stem reaction and brain waves'... These damned descriptions... Aren't they all just a way of describing a dead person? Doctor, can you please be clearer?"

The main surgeon was the President of the hospital himself, and he knew how important this operation was. However, at that moment, he could only be honest. "The patient has now entered into a  coma. Currently, we can only use a breathing machine and medication to sustain the patient's sign of life. Once life support is pulled off, the patient will immediately be dead."