Saved by my nightmare (A Nigerian Story)

CHAPTER 16

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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One thing you probably should know about me is i'm indecisive.

I intended on updating much more later, but alas...

HERE I AM.

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Lagos, Nigeria.
2012.

There was a lingering tension in the air the moment Rumaysa ended the call.

The doctor had excused himself while she was on the call, Zayn stood to a corner akwardly, while Rayyan was on the chair, his face as expressionless as ever.

Rumaysa held the phone in her hands still standing in the position she had been in earlier, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Well, I've taken her vitals and the patient is doing well. The sedative should be wearing off anytime from now" the doctor said, making an appearance.

Walking up to Zayn, the doctor whispered.

"I need to talk to you for a minute".

Fear gripped Zayn as the doctor spoke, countless scenarios running through his mind, each more horrific than the last.

Just as they were about leaving, two guys barelled in.

Dashing past him, one of them dashed towards Rumaysa, eyes bloodshot.

"Maysa, where's she?" Zayn immediately recognised him from the name he addressed Rumaysa by.

"Calm down Noor, it's okay. The doctor said she's stable" Rumaysa was past the point of reasoning when she saw the tears in Zaharadeen's eyes, so much so that she had unintentionally called Zahar 'Noor'.

Zahar whose heaving chest was gradually returning to normal heaved a sigh of relief.

The doctor, from Zayn's side walked towards Zahar and Khalid.

"Since it seems you're all close to the patient, and I'm sure Mr Zayn would need to report to the school, i'd like you to all follow me to the ward.

Rayyan, who had been lost in thought for the most part of the time they had been in the hospital perked up at this.

Rumaysa,ever the observant lady picked up on her brother's change in mood.

Linking her hands with his, they followed the doctor towards the room Maliya was in.

Following the doctor, they all trooped in, horrified expressions in their eyes as they spotted Maliya.

Usually covered by her long sleeved shirt were scars running along her arms.

Most prominent, was a long scar running along her arm, starting from the inside of her palm and stopping somewhere underneath her rolled-up sleeve.

Beside it were several burn marks,the dark colours a stark contrast against her skin.

The hoarse voice of the doctor cut through the air, ripping their eyes away from the horrifying sight.

"From your expressions, I assume you weren't aware of the extent of the patient's injury" the doctor said calmly.

"While the scars on her arms would have faded away with time, the healing process has been constantly interrupted.

These wounds have been constantly opened before they could fully heal.

There are also a few burn marks on the patient's back as well, but from the looks of it, those have been there for a couple of years and they've almost completely healed" the doctor said.