His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 49 ~

(For this part, I would suggest listening to Jungkook's cover of "Falling" by Harry Styles. His rendition adds a unique touch that might resonate with the emotions in the story.)

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When Aira reached the hospital, she saw Umer, Ayeza, and Ji-so already there, their faces etched with worry. She rushed towards them, her voice trembling as she asked, "Eonnie, is he fine? Please tell me."

Ayeza hugged Aira tightly, trying to hold back her own tears. "They're still checking on him, Aira. He was unconscious when they brought him in, but he's in good hands now. We have to be strong."

Aira's heart pounded in her chest as she looked towards the doors leading to the emergency room. She felt a wave of guilt and fear wash over her. "This is all my fault," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "If only I had been more understanding..."

Ji-so put a comforting hand on Aira's shoulder. "Don't blame yourself, Aira. Taehyung loves you, and he needs you to stay strong for him now."

Just then, a doctor approached them, looking somber. "Are you the family of Mohammed Ahmed?"

"Yes, we are," Umer replied quickly. "How is he, doctor?"

The doctor took a deep breath. "Ahmed has sustained multiple injuries, including a concussion and some broken ribs. We've stabilized him, but he's still unconscious. We'll need to monitor him closely over the next 24 hours."

Aira felt her legs go weak, and she leaned on Ayeza for support. "Can I see him?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded. "Only for a few minutes. He needs to rest."

Aira followed the doctor down the hallway, her heart in her throat. When she entered the room, she saw Ahmed lying on the bed, his face pale and covered in bandages. The sight of him so vulnerable brought fresh tears to her eyes.

She sat beside him, gently taking his hand in hers. "Ahmed," she whispered, "I'm here. Please wake up. I need you. Our baby needs you."

She leaned in, pressing her forehead against his hand, silently praying for his recovery. She didn't know how long she sat there, but eventually, the nurse came in and gently reminded her that Ahmed needed to rest.

Reluctantly, Aira stood up and kissed Ahmed's forehead. "I'll be right outside," she said softly. "Please come back to me."

As she walked back to the waiting area, she felt a newfound determination. No matter what it took, she would be there for Ahmed and their baby. They would face whatever challenges came their way together.

Aira remained in the hospital the whole day while Ayeza went back home to take care of Nafayall. Ahmed slowly regained consciousness, and Ji-so went to the church to pray for him. Aira was praying Nafals when Umer came and informed her that Ahmed was awake and calling her name. She immediately stood up, completed her last sujood of shukrana, and rushed to his room.

When she entered, she saw Ahmed sitting on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door as if he had been waiting for her. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sight of his condition, with scratches marring his face. She quickly walked over to him, her hands trembling as she reached out to caress his face.