Starting Over (Islamic Fiction, Z.M)

Chapter 13 - (Protective)

Waiting for Waliyha to come out from the doctor’s checkup room was horrible. I hated being in hospitals more than anything in the world, especially this hospital. It brings back so many unwanted memories and thoughts. I just had to shake my head to get them out.

To distract myself, I started focusing on Zayn and the nurse in front of him. She was basically drooling all over her paper work and was staring at him quite rudely, might I add. While he was standing in front of the reception desk with his phone held between his left ear and shoulder filling in the required information with his right hand, not paying her any attention.

 I had to admit, he did look quite sexy. The way he stood there with his tall, slim body lazily leaning on the desk. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a white shirt, showing of all his tattoos on his arm and his hair was messily styled like he just woke up. Well I guess he actually did just wake up since its only 8:30 A.M.

I was never going to understand how boys could wake up, throw anything on, not even bother comb their hair and still look hot as hell. It’s so unfair.

“Hey,” Kaliq said in a gentle, whispering voice, “How are you doing?”

“Good, but still worried about Wali.” I sighed, thinking back at what happened earlier today. I can’t believe it was only 30 minutes or so ago, it felt like forever.

“Me too, but she is in good hands. Adnan is a very good doctor and he’ll take care of her. Plus it’s just a checkup.” His smile was so reassuring, it relaxed me a bit. But I still had Goosebumps from this hospital, I just hate it way too much.

“The paper work is so irrelevant.” Zayn said in an annoyed tone as he came back to sit next to me.

“Did you finish them all though?” I asked trying to open up some conversation before the awkward silence came back.

“Yeah, I called my mom to help me with most of them, I had no idea what Waliyha’s blood type was or if she had any allergies. Apparently she did.” He said in the same annoyed tune.

“You called your mom? She must be very worried.” I said thinking of Trisha. She was the worried type of moms who called Waliyha 3 times a day to make sure she was okay.

“Yeah, but she was glad that you were with her and you got her here on time.” He smiled in a thankful way.

“I didn’t do anything; I froze and cried next to her. Kaliq was the one who helped her the most; he knew exactly what to do to wake her up then he drove us here.” Zayn tensed up, glaring at Kaliq.

“Thank you.” Zayn mumbled under his breath like the words were forced out of his mouth.

“No problem.” Kaliq shrugged casually, then looked at me and said, “Send Aaroosa a text and tell her not to worry.”

“Aaroosa? Why? She doesn’t even know about what happened?” My brows creased together in confusion.

“Exactly.” He raised his eye brows. What did he mean by..

Oh my god! Aaroosa didn’t know anything. She didn’t know that we didn’t attend class or that Waliyha fainted and we were here in the hospital!

But why didn’t she call me then? I searched for my phone in my bag, where was that thing? I started to panic, I can’t find my phone. No, this can’t be happening. I’m addicted to my phone. I can’t function without it. I quickly started to empty my bag’s component on the chair that I was sitting on a second ago in a desperate attempt to find my phone.

“What are you looking for?” Kaliq asked.

“My phone, I can’t find it.” I said panicking and searching for it. Even though my bag was completely empty now, I was still searching maybe its hidden somewhere.