Chapter Nine

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"There's no way that crazy man is offering us this much!" Lamees said in utter happiness as she jumped on the king sized bed, rolling on it like a child not even taking her wounds into consideration.

"I always knew Arabs were nice and accommodating but I never knew it was to this extent, plus it's an Arab that knows English," April said as she took a seat.

"I mean what are the odds?" Muna said with a laugh and April gave her a look that said she agreed with her wholeheartedly.

"Right?" April said as the cab man, Ahmad knocked on the door and entered once he was given the permission to. Lamees was now seated on the bed like a civil person as they all watched him enter.

"This is the first aid box, I don't really know much about it since it belonged to my wife, but I think you girls should have knowledge about it, clean up your wounds, the dinner would be ready soon," he explained and they all nodded.

"Thank you Mr. Ahmad," April said with a grin.

"Oh you're welcome, my daughter would be home soon, I called her she said she went to buy some things," he said and left the room.

Lamees grabbed the box and opened it, and then she took some swab and gauze with mentholated spirit and started to clean the wounds of the most injured out of them, April. April winced and groaned, unable to ignore the tingling pain she felt from the liquid's contact with her skin, Lamees dressed the ones that needed dressing and merely put plasters on others, then she cleaned the scratches.

"Muna, your turn, I see you have a big ugly wound there," Lamees said as she ushered Muna to sit then she started her work on her while April went to the toilet to freshen up.

"You've call your parents yet?" Lamees asked and Muna shook her head with a sigh.

"I'm scared, I'm not sure how I'll break the news to them," she explained and Lamees nodded understandingly.

"I understand you but you know we are at the verge of death, we have some weeks tops so you really have to call them and let them know. We have no choice than to accept it and there's no time because we really don't know if Rafah is next."

"Soon IDF would most likely order the people to move to Rafah and by then we'd be surely doomed," she continued and Muna allowed her words to sink in. She was too engrossed in what Lamees was saying to even feel the pain from her wound.

"What do you think?" she asked and Lamees shrugged.

"I don't know either, but if you need support then April and I would speak to them with you," Lamees offered and Muna nodded, thanking her genuinely.

"What about your brothers?"

"I don't know, they refused to talk to me ever since we got here, I'll just have to call them and tell them what's going on," Lamees said with a bitter chuckle and Muna shook her head pitifully.

"I never expected life to turn this matter in a matter of days, just over a week ago I was still in security and peace and look where I've dragged myself," Muna chimed at herself.

"It's all of us," Lamees said.

"You know I've never envied April before, instead I pity her, but now I envy her more than ever. No parents and no siblings to worry over, they wouldn't have to mourn her as well if she passes on. I wish I was her right now, I badly wish so," Muna said with a frown.

"Yeah," Lamees whispered.

"I'm done," Lamees said after a while.

"Thanks let me do yours too," Muna said and started to clean her wounds while her mind wandered off to her parents once again.

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