Chasing Heart

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Iman

My work is hectic, mentally and physically exhausting. There are days that I feel like my shift would never end. There are days when I feel like I lived at the hospital. Sometimes, I see an empty hospital bed, and it's so tempting to just lie there and close my eyes for just a few seconds, to recharge myself.

But my work is what yanks me out of the current affairs of my home politics, and it takes me to a place where I was just me. Dr Iman Fawad, a doctor who is dedicated to her career. Not a daughter-in-law who is a human version of a dustbin, where all taunts and criticisms are dumped.

Currently, I stood at the nurses' station, tapping my pen against my notebook, as I waited to be assigned a patient. I bit the inside of my cheeks, my gaze scanning the notices on the memo board on the wall. 

As I waited, I saw Papa on the other side of the circular nurses' station. He was writing something on a clipboard, a thoughtful frown on his face. 

Almost absent-mindedly, I also frowned, attempting to mimic his facial expressions. He adjusted his glasses as he wrote, and I did the same.  And as he clearly signed on the clipboard, I pretended to do the same on my notebook. He ran a hand through his hair and I did the exact same, expect that my hair was in a bun and I only felt the light frizz at the top of my head, rather than thick locks. Mama often told me that I used to copy him all the time. 

"Iman, there you are! We have been looking all over for you." 

I jumped, my cheeks warm as I worried about being caught imitating my father. 

My two friends at work, Najah and Maariyah were walking towards me, both looking at me with identical bemused expressions.

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"I'm waiting for my latest patient." I told them.

"Uh- the patients have been assigned inside the employee break room." Maariyah pointed out. "Zack was wondering where you were actually."

"Don't get started." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"She's not kidding. He literally asked where you were, even though Callum was not there either." Najah giggled.

Dr Zack O'Connor, the Irish consultant who was unfortunate enough to have to handle us junior doctors. He was good-looking, with neat cropped red hair and green eyes that reminded me of a forest during spring. Najah and Maariyah were certainly not the only ones who had told me that he had a thing for me, but these two were the only ones who only talked about it light-heartedly in a non-offending way. From the others, I'd heard whispers about 'favouritism'.

"Speaking of hot..." Najah pursed her lips together and glanced across the nurses' station.

"No." I told her without even following her gaze.