The Journey to the hospital was agonizingly slow, with every pothole the ambulance bumped into increasing my fear and anxiety. I sat at the faraway seat, biting my fingers furiously as I watched how the paramedics were trying to save him till we arrived at the hospital. His face was sickly pale while his full luscious lips were stricken purpled with cold. Tears continued to bawl from my eyes as he struggled to stay conscious.
When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the King and queen were outside looking worried and concerned. I scrambled down quickly, holding his cold hand like my life depended on it, following the nurses as they pushed the stretcher he was. All their voices were in the background, my only focus was on him.
He must not leave me!.
When it was time to enter the ER (emergency room). One of the nurses told me to stay at the lobby as the nurse wanted to close the door, "I will never forgive you, if you leave me" I screamed at him in hope he heard me.
A nurse came to meet me, "ma'am, your injury" she said, staring at my bloodied cloth and hands.
"Actually most of it ain't mine" I licked my dry lips in anticipation of what to come. "I'll attend to my injury when I'm sure Zaid is alive" I responded.
It was almost two agonizing hours, I'd been parading the front door of the ER, I nearly banged the door but refrained myself. Praying and crying my heart out.
The King came to me, patting my shoulder softly, trying to whisper to me in a strong voice but his emotions betrayed him as he swallowed painfully and sniffed. " Zaid would be alright, my son is strong..." he stood up abruptly and left, leaving to a queen who was through a dagger at me with her hawk eyes.
"If he dies, I won't spare you" she enunciated angrily before storming off.
No, he must not die, I cried. He mustn't leave me like my parents left me alone.
I heard the OR (operating room) opened, a stressed doctor coming out of the room, looking worn out. I rushed to him, "How is he?, is he fine?, is he okay?" I attacked him with a series of questions.
The doctor smiled softly at me, trying to calm me but his silence was confirming that something was wrong.
I staggered back a little, shaking my head in denial, "He can't leave me!" I screamed in anguished, "he dare not leave me!" I chanted frantically, staring at the doctor.
I saw the King walking in with his guards and some uniform men- police. "Can I see you in private?" the doctor asked the King, staring at the ground.
I followed them to his office as I wanted to enter, the doctor said I should stay outside. "You better don't tell me stay outside bullshit!" I yelled. "It's my Zaid, we are talking about here".
The King smiled sadly at me before telling the doctor to let me in.
I saw beside the King as the doctor opened a folder, marking and doddled some words on it.
"It was a narrow escape for the prince" he started, pinching the bridge of his nose, "The bullet missed his heart just with some centimeters" he said, "Well, the surgery was successful but..." a pregnant pause.
"But what?" I asked slowly, waiting for the news.
"But for him to wake up is on his body" he responded.
"You mean?".
"His body has shut down temporarily until it's ready to wake" he explained while I slumped from the chair to the ground and sobbed.
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Adiya Amir
Novela Juvenil#notedited "We can't continue to run away from our past. It continues to follow us wherever we go." ~**~ Adiya's gloomy life changed to shade when she was given a scholarship to the riches school, leaving her hometown in a s...
