Lost and Found

Chapter 32

Wali's POV (SURPRISE)

Her hands on my torso and her cheeks pressed against my chest while her hair covering almost half of her face and she was looking breathtakingly beautiful, innocent and calm unlike when she's awake, and I have been looking at her since last half an hour when I woke up with dire need of water; it's one of those days when you have blocked nose and sore throat with hoarse voice. Though I needed water badly but moving her away wasn't an option though I tried but the way she started muttering I was sure that she would wake up and the heat her body is providing to mine and the way she is resting on me would end and right now it's all that's matter.

It had been one week that we had our argument and since then she just talk to me when needed, she helps me in changing my clothes, in showering, in getting to bed, from offering namaz to one of us listening to other while reading Quran and then making dua, I silently let her do it because I know that I have hurt her and actually it's the only way she is close to me, talking to me and just being there. Her anger is justified but my Allah and I know how hard it was for me to say all of that but the foolish part of me forgot how selfless and independent my wife is. I have hurt her and I'll make it up to her.

Today was our last day in Chicago and I have convinced Sabih to go to California and meet his college friends but mama and baba on the other hand denied all my persuasion and will be coming to New York with us. The thought of returning back is making me nervous, though I know it well enough that Yahya and Murtaza had made sure that no one gets there asking about the surgery and treatments and I could have my time to adjust and I am thankful that they are respecting my privacy because I don't have enough courage to face them when I won't be able to stand.

Past one week had just went by in trying to become used to of moving around in wheelchair, of just using hands and not feeling my legs and my helpless state is just killing every hope I try to have, I have been doing endless searching and everything seems like it's going to be fine but the question is when? I get frightened when I just keep remembering about my past and the thought of future makes it worse.

I got out of my daunting thoughts when Khadija stirred and then turned on the other side, carefully removing my arms from underneath her neck I tried to pull myself up and after good few minutes I was in sitting position, resting my back on the headboard, turning towards the bedside table I filled up the glass and gulped in the water looking on the world outside the room through the large windows which were showcasing the darkness outside calmly letting the inhabitant of this city rest unlike the darkness which was pouring inside me day by day, minute by minute brewing a storm.

Flashback

"Dude do you know what Jeanine had been saying around?" I was lying on my bed when Shayan entered like he owned the place but I didn't protested when I noticed bags full of food in his hands.

"Neither I care nor I am interested, huh! Same thing. What have you got?" I said sitting up and throwing my phone aside.

"You do care about this one I bet!" he said with a smug expression throwing burritos my way it was then I realized I was starving.

"Start speaking." I mumbled laying back not even listening but eating on the most horrible form of food I have got, lately nothing is tasting good, it all taste bitter and I am sure it's just the medicines and those pills, just the thought is enough to throw up. Suddenly my hunger vanished and I pushed the plate aside.

"She is speaking about the hospital incident in Hawaii!"

"It's nothing big--"

"Look I know what it is and she knows too the thing is I have my mouth shut but she on the other hand is already planning your funeral." this guy never had a filter to his mouth.