The Crown And Her Shadows

chapter 9

Author POV
They arrived at NISA fifteen minutes later—a fast drive, considering it usually takes forty-five minutes from Maitama. Iman was rushed straight into the emergency room.

Three hours passed. The lights were still on, and the doctors hadn’t emerged. Baba had arrived two hours ago with the twins, and Halima was on her way from the airport. Their uncle, who owned the hospital, was there too—but he didn’t enter the emergency room.
A few minutes later, the head of surgery came out. Everyone rushed to him.

“Doctor, how is my daughter?” Maams asked anxiously.

“She is fine. Can I speak with her father, please?”

“Let’s go,” Baba said, and they followed him to the office.

“Sir, she almost had a heart attack and would have died if she hadn’t been brought here early,” the doctor explained, dropping a prescription on Baba’s desk.

“Whatever caused this needs to be terminated to avoid future events. I’ve also prescribed some drugs for her.”
Baba was numb. He almost lost his Iman.

“I… I get what you’re going through. I’m sorry,” the doctor added before leaving the office.
“What did he say?” Maams asked when he returned.

“That she almost had a heart attack and would have died if we hadn’t brought her early,” Baba said.

“Innalillahi… but she’s fine, right?”
“Yes, she’s fine,” Baba confirmed.
“Umar, take this to the pharmacy and buy the drugs. Take my card,” Baba instructed, handing over his black card.

“You can see her now, but be careful not to wake her,” the nurse said as they entered the ICU.
Iman was sleeping, machines beeping quietly beside her.

Iman POV

I heard the steady peeping of the machines. I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. My hand moved, testing if I was alive.

“She’s awake,” Umar said.

Carefully, I opened my eyes and saw Adda Halima, Umar, Maams, and Hanif standing near me. I tried to stand but couldn’t, so I lay back down.

Umar quickly called a doctor, and the others left.
“Hey, Miss Dikko, my name is Mrs. Ahmad. I’ll be your doctor for the rest of your stay here,” she said.

“How many fingers am I holding?”
“Two.”

“This… five.”

“Okay… which school do you attend?”

“Qatar University.”
“How many are in your family?”
“Okay… is this an interrogation or a check-up?” I said, chuckling.

“Sorry, I just want to make sure your brain is okay,” she said.

“Before… did I run mad before?” I asked.

“I’m going to enjoy having you here, since we have to make sure you’re fine,” she replied.

“How many days?”

“About four.”

“I swear… no. Do you want to kill me?”

“You are a character, Miss Dikko.”
I shrugged.
When she left, the others returned—but Umar and Hanif were not with them.

“Where did they go?” I asked.
“Oh, they went to get you food,” Halima replied.

“How many days was I out?” I whispered, shocked.
“Like six to seven days,” Maams said.

“WHAT?!” I yelled internally.
“Shocking, right?” Halima said. “I thought you’d entered a coma or something.”

“That… is scary, I swear,” I muttered.
“The good thing is, you’re alive,” Maams said.

“True,” Halima added.
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I had been in the hospital for three days, and it was worse than hell. The doctor said I should stop stressing myself. When I told Maams, she declared, “No more house chores for you,” and arranged for nurses to take care of me in shifts. I haven’t met all of them yet, but there are four, and I hope they’re nice.

Since then, I haven’t slept well on my own; they sedated me during the day so I could rest.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Maams called.

“Iman,” she said.

“Naam?”

“What do you want for dinner?

Your brothers are at Tree House.”
“Oh… I want their shawarma, wings, and Chapman. Can you also get a slice of coffee cake with caramel filling from Dessert Pit? If they don’t have it, I’ll take the vanilla cake with caramel filling.”

Maams chuckled. “You… are you sure you’re sick? This food is too much.”

“Isn’t it your job to ask me what I want? I told you!” I pouted.

“Okay, let me call him,” she said.
As soon as she said hello, I zoned out and drifted back to sleep.

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Heyyy guys!
Sorry for the short chapter I’m having a serious writer’s block. But, Iman is alive, safe, and eating like a queen 😆. Back when I was admitted, the only time I got anything nice to eat was when a friend of my mom’s brought it… and even then, I got scolded! Two days later, I finally got suya with the money my mom’s friend left.
Enough of my sorutu. Don’t forget to vote, comment, and share!
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  Komal ❣️❣️❣️