Only You

five

I looked down at the information sheet again that stated 'Humza Khan' as her father, and looked up again.

"She's dehydrated due to a stomach bug, she must've taken out everything she had eaten. So she'll have to stay overnight. When she's awake we'll treat her through oral medication- but that depends on how she does overnight." I informed him.

"Alright." He said clenching his jaw for a quick second and looking down.

The nurse walked back in.

"She's in room 21 B," she said to me.

I nodded and I gave him one last look and then walked away back to my office.

He was her father?

Was he married?

How old was he?

My mind wandered all around.

As I got to my office, I sat down and looked through Haniah's information sheet.

Parent/Guardian: Humza Khan.

He's 29.

Haniah doesn't have a mother? I thought. I looked at Haniah's birthday.

She was 6 months old.

"This really shouldn't matter to me," I said to myself as I put up the information sheet.

I got back to my computer and finished up my work. Even though my mind was set upon the many unanswered questions I had regarding Dr. Khan and his daughter.

It was now 4 AM.

My shift ended at 5. I finished all my work by 4:25 and got up to do my last round.

I went to all my patients and checked them up. It took me around 50 minutes to check up on everyone.

I was getting tired, and there were no emergency calls.

I headed to my last, and latest patient- Haniah. I didn't act any different, because the situation wasn't any different. So what if Dr. Khan was her father. Why would that matter to me?

It's my boss's daughter that I'm in charge of- a voice said in my head.

Well, that is kind of freaky.

I knocked on the door and walked inside.

Haniah was fast asleep, and Hum- Dr. Khan just ended a call- a little furious one at that.

I changed Haniah's IV to a lighter solution, as she was already doing better visibly.

Very carefully, I checked for a fever- and gently put my stethoscope on her stomach.

She definitely had stomach flu, but her temperature was now better at 99.2

I couldn't treat her further until she was rehydrated, and a bit rested.

I updated her information on the clipboard and looked up to inform him.

I looked up to see him already looking at me.

"Her fever is going down, it's at 99.2 now. She's becoming hydrated now, and this should be her last IV."

He again nodded, and I stopped myself from pointing out his seriousness again.

I left the room and went to my office to pack up. That felt like a very long night. I grabbed my handbag and put up my scrubs and lab coat.

I got ready to leave and wore my coat- when my eyes landed on the thick fabric that laid on my desk.

His coat.

I decided to return it to him on my way out.

I knocked lightly on the same door I visited a while ago.

I walked in and saw Dr. Khan sitting on the couch head leaned back- fast asleep.

Why didn't he make the couch a bed? the blanket and pillow are in the cabinet as well.

He had his hands tightened around himself.

I took his coat and covered him very quietly and softly.

I didn't have a death wish so I walked out right away after doing so.

I could've gotten out the blankets though- I thought.

No, the hassle would wake him up. It's fine, maybe he'll wake up in the middle of the night and actually lay down. That position would give him a neck cramp, and it's cold on the couch by the window.

"Why do you care?" I talked to myself as I sat in my car.

I headed home and got into the house, and my room very quietly.

Why is everything being done so quietly?

I got ready for bed and crashed into my blanket and pillow.

I relaxed but my mind still went on and on about Dr. Khan.

He was incredibly handsome, his voice was attractively deep, and his figure was tall and muscly. His eyes were dark brown, but they never showcased anything but disinterest and sobriety.

His daughter was absolutely adorable- she had a healthy weight with very rosy cheeks.

I continued to think about him and I fell asleep.

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