9. What's wrong with me?

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Fatima's POV
Waqas was going closer to me. We were like friends but I couldn't love him. To love him, I had to forgive him. But there should be any wonder for that to happen.
I was preparing breakfast for him when I started feeling dizzy. I went to the sink, washed my face, poured water in a glass and drank it. But, it didn't help.
"Splash!" The glass fell from my hand on the floor, shattering into little peaces, just like my heart was.
Waqas's POV
"Splash!" Something glass fell. But Fatima was the only one in the house.
I immediately went in the kitchen. There I saw her picking up glass with bear hands. Running to her I carefully took it from her hands which had blood on them already.
"Ho tum paagal aur kya? Are you crazy or what? Who collects glass with their hands?" I scolded her, looking into her teary eyes. She finally looked up at me with guilty eyes.
I made her sit on a chair and collected the fallen glasses from the floor. I went and sat next to her, I had to understand what was the reason for this.
"How did that happen, Fatima?"'i said caringly, looking at her hands. Her face was looking more pale than before.
Suddenly her eyes didn't look at me, she had her head on my shoulder do to the dizziness.
"I... I don't know, I just drank water and was on the way to put back the glass and..." I cut her off. I supported her walking and I made her lay down.
"But your breakfast?" She whispered. I gave her an "are you crazy?" look and left the room not saying a word, just letting out.a worried sigh.
Fatima's POV
Days passed and the dizziness didn't go away. It only became worse.
It was a nice Sunday. Waqas was home and we were watching tv.
I started feeling dizzy again. This time I felt it in my stomach and rushed to the bathroom.
I vomited my guts out. I hated vomit so I tried to be as quiet and fast as possible. I flushed the toilet. After that I washed my face.
"I am going to go to a doctor tomorrow just wanted to ask if I can."'I said a bit unsure. Waqas looked me with a huge grin.
"Of course you can, that's a silly question. Now come and sit here." Waqas said pointing next to him. I sat down and returned the grin he had plastered.
I was watching the TV when I saw an add of chocolate ice cream. My mouth started watering on that.
"Ya Allah! What is happening with me?" I just prayed it to be a cold as I think.
It all would solve tomorrow when I go to the doctor.

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