Twist Of Luck

chapter thirty-two

Layla's POV

I opened my eyes slowly when i felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Get the stretcher"

"Prepare the theatre"

"Call the doctor"

I heard the voices slowly when i felt my body being lifted up. I felt something tickling down my laps when a sharp pain shot me at my back. I screamed out loud opening my eyes fully.

"Shes going into labour... Get the doctor" i heard someone shout.

My eyes began to pour out tears as the pains kept on shooting me, my head was banging and i felt numb at the same time. What's happening to me, oh my babies i dont want to loose them. I cried harder.

"Excuse me" I heard Aishah's voice shuffling towards me. "Layla what have you done" she said, running along with the nurses.

"I dont know. . . just stop the pain" I pleaded.

The door to a room got flung open and i was transfered to a bed. "You cant come in" i heard a nurse say to aishah.

"Sulayman... Sulayman" i whispered with tears in my eyes.

Ya Allah protect him!!

My eyes continued to pour out tears as my stomach was kicking me nervously too. Aishah gave me one last look before running off. I shut my eyes close and started some adkhars in my head because i couldn't even say any word again. A nurse injected a fluid into the veins in my hand. The pains in my head suppressed a little but the pains in my stomach increased and i started feeling contractions in my leg.

I screamed out again and a nurse held my hands. "You have to help yourself by saving your strengths first. . .your babies are going to come out before time, relax and do what i instruct. ok?" I nod my head shakily as they placed my two legs up on a rope or whatever.
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Aishah's POV

I ran to the other end of the building. Panicking and thinking of what to do. I dialed ridwans number and he picked on the second ring.

"Ridwan. . . layla is going into pre mature labour. . . please come" I cried immediately.

"What???. . .I will be there right now" he said hanging up.

I rub my sweaty palms together, i wiped my running nose and went down the stairs. I asked a nurse about the ICU ward sulayman had his operation and i charged towards the room after getting descriptions. I saw mr omar sitting in one of the chairs. I stood still and cleaned my tears, i adjusted my hijab and cleared my throat.

I walked slowly towards him. "Asalam alaykum sir"

He shook a bit from a thought and looked up at me. "Walaykum salam. . . aishah?" He adjusted his glasses.

"Yes sir. . .its me".  Thank God for his retentive memory. We've met not more than three times, i guess that's what it takes to be a business man.

"Why are you here?" He patted a space beside him, interrpting my silly thoughts.

I dared to utter a word and sat an inch away from him. This man is sitting here hoping on his only child. What if i tell him about layla and he gets a heart attack or something bad happens. Oh Allah what do i say.

"Is there a problem or...."

"No sir. . . i was in the hospital. . .so . . . i. . .i. ..was. . .just. . .ermm. . ." i stumbled on my words.

The door in front of us flung open and a man in white walked out. He surely looks like a doctor. Mr omar stood up immediately and walked towards him.