Pimentel Princess #wattys2018

Chapter 48 : remember

An Asian man walks in, taking off his surgery gloves. He looks at papa motioning to see him outside in a low voice.

As soon as papa goes outside, the room dissolved into chatter. My heart drops down to the pit of my stomach and I squeeze Yoan's hand so tight.

What did this mean?

Papa still hadn't come in, could it be he was saying his goodbyes? No. Papa wouldn't be so selfish. But why was he taking so long! The anticipation was killing me!

I bury my face into Yoan's chest, the familiar aftershave comforting me.

Just then the door squeaks open, and papa's eyes were weary. But then a huge grin takes over his face.

"She's cureable, but she's going to have a lot more surgeries like this," Papa says making us all smile and hug each other, sighing in relief.

"Can we go see her?" Uncle Richard asks.
The doctor examining his clipboard, before nodding.

We walk in and Hafsa already sitting up. She'd been awaiting our arrival, with tears streaming down her face. Happy no doubt.

Papa drags the chair next to Hafsa before taking a seat.
"You're so brave warrior princess," he says through a struggled smile, squeezing her shoulder.

She pushes her hair back focusing her attention out the window.

I could tell she was crying but didn't want papa to see it. I run to block her view of the window. Her hands, shoot to her face hiding it.

"What is it Hafsa?" Uncle Richard asks.
"I'm so sorry," Hafsa shakes her head, "I'm so so sorry," she repeats.

"For what? You're going to survive!" Uncle Chris shouts enthusiastically.

"Okay, Uh when do I get out?" She steers the subject.  "Today!" Uncle Chris shouts, causing us all to glare at him.

After 2 hours, the doctors finally let Hafsa out. It had been 11pm so Hafsa insisted we all have a sleepover.

"What shall we watch?" Uncle Chris asks as we all wrap ourselves in duvets, sprawled around the living room. The tv above us was the only source of light.

"Harry Potter!" Mama suggests, making everyone groan.

"No no. Let's watch The Conjuring!" Yoan suggests. But someone smacks him because he groans.

"Let's watch Aladdin," Hafsa suggests. No one dares object. But she bursts out laughing saying she's joking.

"Fine. We're watching  Jumanji. No objections!" Uncle Zabdi says before putting it on.

Yoan was already asleep on my shoulder before they even got sucked into the game, I don't blame him; Today was long.

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Hafsa's point on view

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Everyone had been deep in slumber. I wiggle myself out of January's velvet quilt and sneak up stairs. I don't put the light on, making sure no one followed me, only using my iPhone torch as a source of light.

My foot has prodded on some plastic tube, I'm guessing is one of January's lipsticks but I carry on with my mission, in silence, with nothing but the sound of Uncle Chris' snores.