Fallen angel. Broken, bruised and loved {completed}

13. The accident.

Fatima's POV
I was done with the housework, so I sat to watch some movie.
I found one and was ready to watch when I got a call from an unknown number.
"Salam." I said.
"Is this Mrs. Fatima khan?"
"Yes." I said a bit worried. I heard some hospital machines on the other side and my worry increased.
"What has happened?" I worriedly asked.
"I am a doctor.
Your husband had an accident. His state is critical." On hearing that I immediately took the hospital's address and took.a taxy.
In the hospital I asked for Waqas's room number.
When I entered seeing his state broke me, even though I didn't like him at all.
He was the reason for me to be broken, to have pain everywhere, to want to give up on this world.
But... He is also the reason of me having the best gift in me. Our child. Because of this little thing he will have to live.
I went to the bed where he was laying. I put my hand on his and looked him in the eyes. In these closed eyes there were a lot of feelings. I really wanted to slap him while he was in that awful state, weak like me when he was giving me pain. But something stopped me. I have been taught that to the evil, we have to answer with good. So I just stayed there, watching him.
"Come on, wake up. You have to wake up because of that gift from Allah in me. Open your eyes, open them. I'll do everyhthing if you open these eyes of yours, I promise." I said to him, hoping he will hear me and open his eyes.
But no, he was insane, just like himself. I could never please him, he hates me. But he doesn't know that I will do everything for him, even if I have to lose my life.
In that moment a doctor came and asked for his blood type. I said that I have the same one and so I went to donate blood for him. For the person who can do everything to see me in pain. I was lucky since the baby in me was not too big, so I had not to worry much about the blood. At least, I received free food. And I loved chocolates, so no one could even take them from me.
After donating blood, the doctors prepared him for another operation. They used the donated blood from me. Now we both would have the same blood. In his veins he would have my blood. I smiled on that thought of mine and sat down on the couch in the waiting room.
The operation was successful. The doctors told me that he is doing really, really good for his state. They moved him into a private room and I went to see him.
There were tubes attached to him and some kind of machines that were supposed to help him breathe and to monitor his heart rate and blood pressure.
I sat down on the chair next to the bed.
I waited for him two hours to open his eyes, but no. this one was insane.
I went to take some coffey and water for him in case he wakes up.
When I went back in the room I saw a woman standing there.
Yeah, Sonia, the same Sonia that was in our house four months ago.
She turned to me, glaring.
"What are you doing here, crap?" She said to me with her voice which I think was awful.
"He is my husband, so I am supposed to be here, not you." I collected all my confidence, looked calmly and gave her the straight reply.
"He is going to get devorsed with you soon, and marry me." She said with her high pitched voice.
"No, he is not. I won't let him." I said, turning and looking at Waqas, who was still not opening his eyes.
I made a fast dua and asked Allah to be with him.
As I just asked, he opened his eyes.
"Fatima?" He meekly said. Sonia immediately went to him.
He repeated again:
"Fatima?" Sonia glared at me and was definitely not happy that he called out my name.
I went to him. He glared at Sonia and told her to go out of here.
"Ok, I will go, but there is something you will have to know." She said, glaring both of us, like she will kill us.
"Fatima I..." he said, and I cut him off.
"Me, you will tell when you are discharged from here, until then no talking, except for water and food." I teased him, changing my expression to a fake anger to which he actually believed. He stopped saying what he was saying and put his hand out in a sign for me to go closer.
He held my hand. I felt like and electric shock is going through me. I didn't know why and how. I just felt it when he held my hand.