Fated: Wars Against The Heart

Prologue: Unlocking Destinies

After all this time I have conquered my heart, only that it was broken in bits.

Repetition of the caller's message, unacknowledged.

"Doctor Muhammad to delivery room 27. Doctor Muhammad to delivery room 27!"

He scrunched his brows, tried squeezing his eyes open upon hearing the faint echoes of the announcements. Exhausted by the remnants of his sleep, he exhaled out by pulling up and sat up straight on the chair.

His phone rang a multiple times but his blurry vision prevented him from reaching the phone and answering it. As his head felt extremely heavy, his mind dangled in the weirdest way possible and he abruptly stood up from his cubicle and limped over to reach the door.

"Doctor Muhammad, are you there? There's a . . ."

As he constantly kept massaging his temples, the faded scenes of last night blocked his senses so he precipitously closed his eyes and inhaled in to calm himself.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

Nausea was his weakness.

Murmuring specific prayers, he grabbed the water bottle he had found on his colleague's table and gobbled down, relished over how it somehow gave him somewhat relief.

Bad incident followed by vibrant haunting nightmares along with deprivation of sleep, they were the worst amount of dosage for him and it had befallen upon him at the same very time he was unexpectedly called in.

Striding fast down the hospital corridors, he took the elevator on his left, up to the next level, as soon as he reached there, with his fastened pace, he stopped right in front of the room's door upon hearing the loud, piercing screams of the female patient echoing through the hospital walls and corridors.

The formed aura dulled him down and he wanted to throw up.

He just realised he didn't notice the words 'delivery room' in the announcements earlier. He was imagining 'Operation theatre'! He must've had been dreaming!

He felt his heart in his throat, he could hear it beat, loud, clear and rapid, almost deafening his senses and he all but sighed.

Shaking his head at when the known nurse came out of the room, he gave her a cold glare.

"No, this is not happening!" His expressions turned against the oblivion of the reality.

"The patient's appointed doctor isn't answering any of the calls, God only knows what had happened to him, a-all the other doctors . . . are e-either scheduled or on leave, I know you wanted to . . . get some air after what happened with . . . Julia, was it? But you are the only doctor available at this moment and, and . . ." She trailed off in panic.

He blinked!

"I'm a junior doctor here, and I'd like you to check again that, I cut open things rather than bringing them out!" He was gesticulating, making the nurse frown.

"But you were specialised in most of the fields. .. including this!" She pointed towards the room.

"Trained! I was trained, not specialised!" He corrected her out of frustration.

The screams were getting louder and louder, striking arrows right into his gut and he knew by then that his plams already sweated while hands shook slightly.

The only noise he could concentrate was on his heartbeats, which were disturbing and wild. He looked away in wariness and kept massaging his temples from time to time, trying to get himself together.

"Look, I know it's too much to ask, but that woman in there, she needs you!" The nurse tried to talk him through.

He frowned as a million thoughts piled up within his head and he just didn't know what to do.

"She's in the worst state of the impossible, I have never seen anyone like this. Whatever it is you have against labour and deliveries, you can let it go . . . at least for now! The uterine contractions of the patient . . . "

He turned away from her, ignoring the details she was informing. He then gave up his heart and caged up his fears and flushed away his memories. Every single time he enters the theatres or the rooms, he transforms into a heartless being. This was his deal, because if he functions with his heart, he might as well lose both the hearts, the doctor's and the patient's. So, gathering all the leftover courage and strength he could, he pushed opened the doors and strode in.

Not before silently praying to Allah,

Oh Allah! Nothing is easy except what you have made easy. If you wish, you can make the difficult easy.

He didn't know entering that very room would change his life, and that it'd be his turning point!

But along the way, those broken bits of my heart had gotten lost within the winds and it got me wondering if it had been worth the quest!