I can't rewrite our fate

chapter 12: fears

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Hospitals were never something I could get used to.

They held memories, my mother's death.

As I rushed to the hospital tonight Hala was running for the hospital entrance but as I ran behind her I froze.

"Khalil? Come on, why aren't you moving?" Hala asks with urgency.

I couldn't go in there. I haven't went into a hospital since I was a kid.

When I found out about Noor's accident I couldn't go in then either.

I opted for meeting her outside, but it wasn't my choice.

"Hala I'll get some of Baba's clothes from the house and I'll come back. You just tell Haadi to call me for any updates." I said.

I didn't want to stress my little sister any more than she could handle.

I knew she wouldn't be able to deal with my trauma and my Dad's heart attack at the same time, I didn't want to burden her.

"But Khali-" She tried saying.

"No just go inside Hala. I'm coming as fast as I can." I stated.

"Fine, but be safe though." Hala said as she pulled me for a hug.

"Asalamulaikum." I said before breaking the hug off and heading to the car.

I arrived home 10 minutes later and grabbed a duffel bag for my Baba's stuff.

As I was looking for his socks in the wardrobe a piece of paper fell from one of the shelves.

I reached to turn the paper over from the floor and realised it was a picture of my mother.

He still has this picture?

It had my mother smiling brightly in the middle of the living room, me and Haadi on either side, my Baba next to me, Hala on his lap and Noor on my mother's.

My mother really adored Noor.
She considered her as one of her own.

Something inside of me pained as I remembered that moment all those years ago when we took this.

We were only kids but she wore my hoodie that day.

Hala dropped her water on Noor's shirt then it ended up with all of us in a water fight in the garden.

I missed that day.

Like really missed then.

I was worried that Noor was going to get sick so I sprinted upstairs for one of my hoodies and lent her it, she still kept it though.

I laughed to myself as I remember going to her house the next day and recalled the words: "You gave me your hoodie?"

I just acted as if I didn't as I grinned at her with a knowing gaze.

A call pulled me from my childhood memories suddenly.

Samir?

Why is he calling me? I thought to myself as I got up answering the call.

"Salam Khalil, are you okay?" Samir asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine Samir why?" I questioned back.

"I just wanted to make sure because all of us are at the hospital right now." He said.

"I'm just getting some of Baba's clothes right now bro don't worry about me. Is there any updates though?" I questioned.

"No Khalil, not yet man." He said quietly.