Perfect Mismatch

33 : Vulnerable Heart

Meerab stepped back slightly to allow the doctor to exit his ward as the door creaked open. Her breath caught when two doctors and a couple of nurses emerged, hoping to read their thoughts and hear something positive. "M... Murtasim... How is he? W... What happened to him and can I meet him? Are his wounds too deep? I want to talk to my husband. Please tell me he is alive and fine. He... He is OK, right?" Meerab questioned, faltering and fighting back tears as she felt her voice break and tears betray her. She does not want to cry, but the more she tries not to, the more tears flow from her eyes.

"He is unconscious, so just hope he does not give up. After we switch his ward, you can meet him. When he wakes up, try not to put him under any stress since his arm is fractured , his legs are severely hurt, and his forehead is also injured. We stitched his wounds and will remove them after a week. Until then, pay his expenses and pray for his rapid recovery," the doctor stated as he walked out of his ward. Meerab peered inside his ward and observed a few nurses around him before the door closed, and she closed her eyes tightly, attempting to control her emotions as she found it difficult to get away from him. She is afraid that if she leaves him even for a second, he will flee away.

As she felt her eyes gleaming with tears, she inhaled deeply and swallowed the knot that was growing in her throat. She was the one who could not notice a scratch on his body, and now she has to see several scratches, and she is the sole reason of his misery. She replayed their fight in her mind, wishing she had kept silent, instead of blaming him right away. She could have simply asked instead of accusing him. She wished she had cleared up her mistake and spoken with him instead of accusing him of betrayal , something he would never think of in his nightmare. She kept thinking about what may have happened if she had chosen differently. If she behaved a little mature and understanding.

Since she did not want to go to reception at all, she requested Saba to pay the bills online and gave her her cell phone. Her husband is battling for his life, and all she wants to see is him. She walked behind the nurses who took him to his normal work, and her body trembled as she saw him unconscious. Her heart was hammering in misery, and she could hear the sound reverberating throughout the hospital . The sight of him in that state made her legs tremble, and she feared losing him. The tiles that led to his ward seemed like a road of thrones as she continued, her feet feeling heavier with each step. Recalling the hate in his eyes, she felt her lips quiver and her feet feel extremely heavy as she came close to his ward. Because she is accustomed to receiving affection from him, she will never be able to witness that again.

She opened the door to his ward with trembling fingers and gazed at him, whose arm was in a splint and his face was pale, his body appeared extremely weak, and his forehead was bound with a sterile gauze bandage. The room was modest, with a sofa in one corner and a bed for him, and she could hear the little beeps of the IV pumps. The low light is always on, and there are wires hanging down for the nurses' call button and IV solutions.

A light blue curtain hanging on a track on the ceiling, and an electronic machine on a cart with strange cables running from it.A table beside him that is currently unoccupied, a switchboard over the table, light curtains knotted and set aside, and she could see the outside view through the glass window. The antiseptic odor of the medicines made her heart race since she never anticipated seeing him in the hospital; she hates hospitals and feels insecure within to see him in this situation.

She approached him and knelt down on the ground beside him, whispering his name, "Murtasim," and grabbing his hand gently , which had a syringe injected to the back of it. Her hands were shaking because she was afraid she may injure him, but she wanted his touch to make her heart warm and give her some solace. She cried as she asked him to open his eyes once more, but Murtasim did not answer, which frightened her even more. Memories of their fight and the hateful expression in his eyes filled her with despair.