"Coincidence-love"

PART-4

They were rushing towards the hospital, tension thick in the air. Dua's head was bleeding profusely, and Irha was in a state of panic, tears streaming down her face as she tried to stem the flow with her hands.

"Dua, please get up," Irha pleaded repeatedly, her voice breaking. "Dua, please, what happened to you? My half, please get up..."

Jungkook leaned forward, his face etched with worry. "Please move faster," he urged the taxi driver, desperation evident in his tone.

Irha clung to hope, her eyes fixed on Dua's pale face. "Not to worry," Jungkook reassured her. "We will be at the hospital soon."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the taxi screeched to a halt in front of the hospital. Jimin was the first to react, his voice urgent. "Hurry up and get out of the car," he commanded. "Jungkook, pick up Dua and take her inside."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, looking at Jimin. "Hyung, where are you going?"

"You go inside," Jimin responded. "I'll be right back."

Jungkook didn't waste another second. He carefully lifted Dua in his arms, her limp body a heavy reminder of the gravity of the situation. Irha followed closely, her heart in her throat as they entered the hospital.

Inside, Irha's voice echoed through the corridors. "Doctor! Doctor!" she cried out. A doctor hurried over, taking in the scene with a practiced eye.

"Oh my goodness, it's bleeding a lot," she said urgently. "Quickly, take her inside."

The doctor called for the staff, and within moments, a team arrived with a stretcher. They gently took Dua from Jungkook's arms and rushed her to the ICU. Jungkook and Irha watched as the doors swung shut behind her.

"Not to worry," Jungkook said to Irha, his voice calm despite the turmoil inside him. "She will get better soon."

"Inshallah," Irha whispered, tears falling freely. "Dua will get well soon." She sank into a nearby chair, sobbing quietly.

Jungkook sat beside her, trying to offer comfort. "Please don't cry. She will be okay." "Come with me, Irha. Let's sit down here. I'll get some water. Okay? Don't cry."

Just as Jungkook was about to leave, Jimin walked in, his expression serious. "Hyung, here we are," Jungkook called out.

Jimin approached quickly. "How is Dua?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.

"She's in the ICU," Jungkook replied. "The doctors are treating her."

Their conversation was interrupted when the doctor returned. Irha sprang to her feet. "Doctor, how is Dua? Is she okay?"

The doctor nodded reassuringly. "There is nothing to worry about. She just got a little injury on her head. It will take some time for the injury to heal. You need to take extra care of her. She needs rest."

The doctor continued, "She lost some blood due to excessive bleeding from her head. We've treated her injury, but we can't give her a blood transfusion just yet. We'll do it within half an hour."

"Alhamdulillah," Irha whispered, relief washing over her. "Doctor, can I meet Dua?"

"You can meet her," the doctor said, "but do not wake her up. Let her wake up on her own."

Irha nodded. "Okay, doctor. Thank you." She hurried inside the ICU,

Jimin and Jungkook remained outside, watching through the small window in the door. The doctor turned to them. "You can also go inside and meet her."

"Thank you, doctor," Jimin said. The doctor excused herself and left.

Jimin turned to Jungkook. "Should we go inside?"