YOURS, JANNAH

SIXTY FOUR

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Anxiously, Jannah bit her lower lip as she waited for the doctor to emerge from the room Aisha was rushed to, the ICU. She couldn't sit down so she kept pacing up and down the length of the corridor, her heart thudding in her ears. She's called her mother-in-law, she must probably be on her way there. She needs someone there with her before another wave of nausea hit her. Being in the hospital again is bringing back unpleasant memories.

She took a sip of chilled water Aaron gave her and continued pacing like a husband waiting for his wife to deliver because he cannot be inside the room or he'd faint. Jannah wiped away perspiration from her forehead, her hands shaky so she dropped down on the waiting chair. It's been more than an hour and they are still inside. They should at least tell her what is happening and what is wrong with her friend.

Jannah wrinkled up her nose at the strong smell of cleaning supplies, astringent hand sanitizer, soap, latex gloves, the unidentifiable odor of bland food, fresh flowers, coffee, over-bleached towels, robes and sheets and sterilized stuff. Why so much of it? There should be limitations, children might not be able to inhale a lot.

A doctor came out the next minute, Jannah shoot up from the seat like a catapult was released with abruptness. The woman came to stand in front of her looking all too stern for Jannah's liking. Why is she looking like her friend is dead or something? Doesn't she know how to smile to calm their clients?

"Doctor, what's happening? Is she alright?" Jannah ricocheted instead, disregarding the woman's austere face.

Dr. Shafa'atu forced the edges of her lips to move. "She is alright. She is going to wake up in a few minutes or an hour."

Jannah let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her lax hands snaked to clean away hidrosis from her neck and forehead. Why did she scare her like that? She thought Aisha was in a really serious state that needed blood or bone marrow transplant. She refused to think about death upon her friend for she cannot take anymore loss. Not the people she loves.

"Then why are you not happy, Doc? Is there something I should know?" Jannah enquired, her shoulders now dropped and expression a little more composed.

The doctor looked away and took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry but she had a miscarriage. She's lost the baby."

Jannah smiled kindly at the woman. "Surely you must be talking about someone else. I am talking about the patient you just wheeled into the ICU, Aisha and not any other woman. How is she? Is her leg alright? She's complained about stomach ache too."

Dr. Shafa'atu shuffled on her feet, her expression pinched. "Yes, I am talking about her too. She had a miscarriage after her fall because she's hit her stomach really bad. There was no chance of the fetus's survival."

"I think I should go see the person you are talking about. The Aisha I brought here wasn't pregnant. You must've mixed the results or something." Jannah explained, her voice rising a little to prove her point.

"Let's go." The doctor went ahead and stopped by the door where she pointed through a small window on the door.

Jannah peeped inside and saw Aisha lying there with her eyes closed, her clothes changed and IV secured around her hand. Jannah leaned back with creased brows. That person is none other than her best friend and she is sure the lady wasn't pregnant. Aisha is not married so where on earth did she get baby from? She is not that type of girl and she would've told her about it right? There was no single sign of pregnancy.