FATE

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Hello Fatefuls, it has been a while😁 manage this.

Samha

Pacing up and down the white walled hospital hallway, her nostrils filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. She looked so out of place in the hospital. clad in a yellow gown which brought out her beauty and elegance to surface even though her pretty face was etched with worry. she still looked amazing and could jump right in front of a camera and the result would be fabulous. It had been hours, since she had brought samha into the hospital but no one has said anything to her, nurses kept going in and out of the room she was taken into without sparing her a glance.

She pulled out her phone to call Nabeel but it kept going straight to voicemail. Frustrated, she threw her hands in the air. She feels so tired and drained, both physically and emotionally. In all her adult life, She had never been in a situation like this before. She could still feel the panic and fear, that took over her when she first  saw the almost lifeless body of samha lying in a pool of blood. It was a miracle she was able to drive them to the hospital. She could still remember the fear gnawing at her while she was driving , what if she dies before they reach the hospital? And the questions, what happened? Kept running in her head repeatedly. As she was informed by the securities that, Nabeel left the house not long before she came along.

Her thought came to a halt when two doctors emerged from the emergency room where samha was taken into. They were talking among themselves when one of them stopped to talk to her and the other left after acknowledging her with a nod.

The doctor introduced himself as Dr.Ebuka," ma, I'm made to understand that you brought this lady here" he said looking her straight in the eye .

She quickly nodded and added " yes, I did. Is anything the matter doctor? Is she okey? What happened to her?" She threw all the questions at him  anxiously.

"Calm down madam, we have managed to stabilise her even though she had lost a lot of blood but she's good now"

Amnah unknowingly heaved a big sigh and said " Alhamdulillah," finally feeling a bit better about everything, at least she's not dead. Even though she dislikes  samha for taking away Nabeel from her. It doesn't mean she wants her dead.

" I will like you to follow me to my office, there are things I need to discuss with you " the doctor said.

She followed him without hesitation, they went down the hallway to another wing of the hospital and arrived at door,the doctor went in while she followed right behind him. The small space which is the doctor's office, was devoid of any decoration. It is just a plain white room with a single patient examining bed by the left which was draped with an ugly blue material. A consulting/work table with two white rubber chairs for visitors or patients. The wall at the back of the doctor had posters of family planning and that of awareness for some diseases.

The doctor pointed at one of the seats for Amnah to sit and she obliged eager to hear what happened to samha.

"Mrs..." she cut right in before he could say more.

"Miss. please" she corrected raising her brows at him as if in challenge.

He squirmed in his seat and quickly apologised. "Miss. the patient you brought in had evidence of domestic abuse, we found numerous scars which are only found as a result of domestic abuse unless she was involved in an accident recently" he said glancing at her.

Amnah sat frozen, domestic abuse? That couldn't be. She thought to herself but tried to look as composed as possible. "Did you say domestic abuse, doctor?"

"Yes, ma. In fact we believe she was beaten to a pulp that was the reason for her almost losing her life and that of her baby" he expanded

"Inna lillahi, you mean she is pregnant? was beaten? Is the baby okey? Did she miscarried?" She bombarded him with questions.