Lagos, Nigeria.
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Regardless of the shooting pain from his elbow, Aslam was insistent that he was fine. As the crowd dispersed and Aslam reassured Zainab to go home with the kids, Khalifa advised him to go to the hospital then excused himself because he had one or two things to do.
Amna took his uninjured hand, gripping it firmly, and levelled him with a look that brooked no argument.
"We're going to the hospital," she said in a commanding tone. "And wallahi, you're not riding tomorrow."
Aslam groaned. "It's probably just a sprain, babeee, I'll be fine. There's no need to make a fuss. Zamuje asibitin"
Her expression didn't waver for a second. She shook her head, unyielding. "Eh, we need to go asap and we'll let the doctor decide that."
Aslam knew that this was a battle he wouldn't win. With a heavy sigh, he finally relented. "Fine, muje," he muttered, gesturing for her to lead the way.
Bello, having watched the exchange with his usual smirk came over. "You see, bro? Even Amna agrees with me. Muje asibiti," he said with a grin.
Alamin joined them as well. "I mean, you did take quite the tumble. I think we all deserve a bit of closure from a doctor," he joked, though his concern was evident.
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With that, Alamin helped pack Aslam's polo bag and Bello dismissed his driver for the night. They all headed to Bello's car and drove to the hospital.
When they arrived at the hospital, Bello led the way, confidently exchanging pleasantries with the receptionist before explaining the situation. Within minutes, Aslam was escorted to a private room for an examination.
After a thorough physical examination of his elbow and some additional scans. "It looks like you've only sustained a minor sprain," the doctor said. "There's no fracture, which is good. You'll need a compression bandage a splint for the next few days though. I'll also prescribe some pain relievers and anti-inflammatory medication to help with the swelling."
Amna, who had been sitting beside Aslam, let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "Alhamdulillah," she whispered.
Aslam's elbow was wrapped in a tight compression bandage, securing it carefully and he got a prescription along with strict instructions to rest the arm and avoid any strenuous activities — especially polo for at least a week, preferably two weeks. Aslam nodded even though he was disappointed. They had 2 more matches to play before the finals.
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As they got back to the car, to drop Aslam and Amna off at home, Alamin suggested, "Let's go for dinner, it's on me. I know we are all hungry."
Bello was quick to laugh. "Are you calling for a truce after almost breaking Aslam's arm? Tohhh, I'm in. How about Salma's Lebanese Cuisine? We can get to VI in like 30 minutes, babu traffic sosai around this time."
Everyone agreed, and soon they were on their way to Victoria Island, Bello and Alamin cracking jokes about Aslam's less-than-graceful fall.
When their meals arrived, the group fell into a comfortable rhythm of eating and talking. Bello kept the conversation lively with his stories and then the conversation shifted to investments and business.
