Poem/Quote of the day:
Don't let them in,
Don't let them see,
Be the good girl,
You'll always have to be,
Conceal don't feel,
Don't let them know,
Well now they know,
Chapter Twenty Six
AFEERAH'S P.O.V
I woke up in a dark and quiet place.
I couldn't clearly remember what happened.
All I knew was that I saved my bully. Sahla.
The memories were in pieces.
Prom night.
Queen.
Sahal.
Car.
A phone breaking into pieces.
I don't know how long I've been here, all I know is that I'm tired of this place.
So I did the only thing I could. I forced my eyes open.
The room was bright and white, the smell of deodorant and spirit filled the air.
Typical hospital room. I looked around and my eyes fell on my body.
My right leg had a cast. My left hand and my neck broken.
That must be why I had severe pain all around my body.
I could barely move my neck. Lifting my right hand, I touched my forehead. It was covered by a bandage.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Who brought me here anyway?
I had a pipe pumping blood into my right hand.
Blood?
I closed my eyes and winced.
"Doctor! She's lost too much blood! We need a transplant immediately! Where're her family?"
"It says here that she's an orphan."
"She might die. Talk to the people who brought her here. She might have a distant relative."
I opened my eyes, my heart in my throat. When I was unconscious, I heard these people talking.
Who gave me blood then? Suddenly, my heart picked up a pace.
Was it mum? Did she come back? Did she really give me her blood?
The flows of questions were interrupted when a nurse entered the room.
"Assalamualaikum."
I replied.
"Alhamdulilah you're awake." She said with a warm smile.
"How long have I been unconscious?" I suddenly asked.
"2 weeks." She said opening a small cupboard.
Two whole weeks?
"What day is it today?" I asked.
"Saturday." She said bringing out a syringe and a bottle of something.
"Did my mum come? Was she the one that gave me blood?" I asked, my voice filled with something.
Hope.
She looked at me with pity evident in her eyes. "No honey."
My face fell and I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. Ofcourse she didn't come.
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