My tears to perfection

Chapter Four

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Sarah’s POV

Beep Beep Beep

I opened my eyes. Blurriness overtook my vision as if I had just tried to open my eyes underwater. My head felt heavy, there was weight on my right leg and I could already feel the itchiness of the stupid brown plasters that taped the IV needle in my vein. Wait….wait…wait…. IV needle? Monitor tracking my every heartbeat? Whaaaa?

I blink several times and I see a slumped figure on the chair. Dark hair covering a pale face. I blink again. Did Ali dye his hair? His hair was brown the last time I remembered. Oh Allah! How long had I been out for? The figure shifted and a strong jawline came into view. My first thoughts since I regain my consciousness I think that this guy is hot. Something is wrong with me. But I can’t deny he isn’t’t hot. Right. Definitely not Ali. My head was starting to hurt. More weight on my neck, I felt as if I was wearing a cuff around my neck and someone was dragging it down.

“Ooooouch!” I yelled as the weight on my neck increased.

“Aaaah, Allah”, the pain was getting too much.

The figure on the chair jumped up and in a flash was near me.

“Oh thank Allah your alive!” A gruff voice, ripped, low and filled with anxiety.

Omar.

Omar frigging Hayat is in my hospital ward.

What the hell? Am I hallucinating now. Greaaaat. Ouch, I should not have tried to move my neck. Pain explodes like fireworks in my head. So this is how Hazel felt, I mentally think.

“Yes thank you now that you have decided that I am alive, do you mind getting some professional medical help?”

Omar looked flustered. Looking this way and the other.

The pain was increasing. I saw blinking lights, fluttering, fluttering. Shit. Shit. Shit. More pain and no gain.

“OMAR, god damn it the emergency button is over there.”

“Right! Okay!” He rushed over and finally pressed the damn button, meanwhile I felt more trapped than a fish in a net.

………

Darkness was enveloping me as I tried my best to hold on to reality. I heard voices.

“Possible Partial lobe tumor, we will probably run some MRI and CT scans before we can confirm it thought.”

“Ya Allah, what’s the chance that it is a tumor?” Abu’s voice was filled with anxiety and pain.

“We cannot confirm anything at this stage, but the possibility of having a tumor is not high for people her age, but having said that we cannot rule out the possibility of a tumor. I will book her in for some scans as soon as she regains full consciousness for the MRI machine can cause some distress, take care Sarah needs her family and friends the most at this time. Be brave for her.”

I can’t breathe. So I don’t. The monitor goes wild; needles prick my arm, a sense of captivity. A sense of loss. A sense of vulnerability. It feels surreal. I feel so unlike myself. The antibiotics kick in and I gladly let myself go to the numbing sensation that mutes all other demanding thoughts.

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