Dark Secrets ✔️

Chapter 44

I reluctantly leave Junaid's side and the nurse guides me back to my room and asks Martina and Saniya to look after me, before leaving the room.

"Where did you go running like that?" Martina stands up towards me.

"Junaid is not going to wake up." I think out loud as I look down, at nothing in specific. All I'm sure about is that I'm slowly going mental.

"What?" Saniya walks to me with a concerned expression.

"I just saw him. It's been an hour... he isn't awake yet," I pause to take a deep breath as I found it hard to breathe.

"He will wake up, don't worry. General anaesthesia has a different effect on different individuals. You'll see he'll be awake soon." Martina runs her hand through my back, trying to comfort me.

I start to feel sick and I feel as the vomit travels up through my throat towards my mouth, I run to the bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet. I knew my stomach would've rejected the hot chocolate. If only my brother hadn't forced me to drink it.

I hear voices outside as I clean up and when I leave the room, I find my brother and Ms Aminah, in the room.
I immediately go to her and embrace her in a hug. With Junaid's situation, I forgot to ask about her. Alhamdulilah, nothing happened to her.

"I'm so glad to see you." She says as she holds my face in between her hands and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I notice her eyes are swollen. She must have been crying as well. "I'm sorry I came late. I'm so sorry." She wraps her arms around me once again. She wasn't the only one who needed it, I needed it too.

"Was that you throwing up, just now?" My brother asks me after I had parted from Ms Aminah.

"I had an upset stomach," I explain but for some reason, he remains with a thinking expression.

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I stayed the night at the hospital and Saniya and Martina stubbornly said they'd stay with me as well. I didn't manage to convince them of otherwise.

Now, there they are, each one lying down on a distinct couch with the blankets that my brother brought for them. He would've been the one staying if the girls hadn't said they'd stay with me. Although I insisted that I would be fine, they thought I'd collapse in the middle of the night and die a lonely death. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but it's along those lines.

Alhamdulilah, I haven't yet lost my mind. I managed to wake up for Fajr prayer on time and I even woke the girls up. I didn't have much sleep before Fajr prayer and I didn't have much after Fajr prayer, as well. I have a severe headache right now but I don't want to sleep. More like, I can't. Doctor Malik said he'd announce the results today. I really hope it's something positive.

I get up from the bed and go to the bathroom. I hadn't realised how big this room was. Not bigger than the one Junaid was in, but it was extraordinary as well. Yet none of that matters. I don't want to ever see myself in a hospital again. Not even to visit Doctor Malik.

After a warm shower, I dry myself with the towel and wear whatever clothes I find first inside the bag which is filled with the clothes that my brother brought for me last night. Either way, I'm planning to go home tonight, this hospital environment only makes me feel worse.

I couldn't describe whether I felt better or worst. Today is a new day and everything that happened yesterday seems like a dream to me now. I don't know what to think or feel anymore, but the tears have dried and I don't feel like crying anymore. I thought I was going crazy, but I just needed to sleep it off while trusting that Allah the Almighty would answer my Dua.
I have a feeling that I will be having good news today. Maybe that's why all of this feels like a dream.

"You're awake?" Martina asks with her eyes mid open and stretching herself, "What's the time?" She asks and then grabs her phone, "It's seven in the morning! Why are you awake so early?" She says with her sleeping voice and covers her face with the blanket to avoid the light.

I grab my phone and recite the Qur'an to try and stop thinking about doctor Malik and the news about Junaid's condition. I don't know how long I've been reciting, but after a while, I hear a knock on the door and the door opens, revealing Ms Aminah and her personal nurse behind her. It's been a while since I saw the nurse because Ms Aminah had been accompanied by Junaid most of the time.

"Assalamualeikum, darling," Ms Aminah greets and for the first time, the nurse gives me a smile.

"Waaleikumu Salam," I answer and get up to give her a hug, "Why are you here so early?"

"Malik called me. He's got the results for Assad's condition."

"He does?!" I look at her expecting her to tell me what they are.

"I don't know the results, yet. He'll come here soon."

"Did he sound happy, at least?" I ask in hope and she does a weak smile before holding my hands in hers.

"Let's just wait, alright?" She says and before I could say anything, we hear a knock on the door. "Should we go?" Ms Aminah gives me an assuring smile and I feel my heart race. I just need a hint to what I'm about to hear. Yesterday I even started thinking that Junaid was actually in a coma which only made me cry more. I hope that's not the case. I hope he is awake and waiting for me to go see him. We still have to get married. He can't abandon me like that.

I leave the room with Ms Aminah and the nurse and we find Doctor Malik, outside the door.

"Let's go to my office." He says and guides the way for us to follow him.

I have no idea what I'm about to hear. I look at his expression to see if I would get a hint of whether it is good news or bad news. At this point, my heart is about to pop out of my chest. I can't take this silence anymore.

We reach his room and he goes on to grab a folder from one of his cabinets, "There are times where a patient can stay unconscious after surgery for longer periods of time than normal. It is rare and mostly happens after cardiac surgery, although even then, it is rare. The irregular breathing, the not responding to painful stimuli and the pupils not responding to light_"

"Please cut out with the whole medicine talk. What is his situation right now? Is he awake? Is he... Is he even going to wake up?" I ask desperately waiting for his answer and he looks at the papers in his hands before looking at me. He didn't look happy. Why doesn't he look happy? What the heck is happening? Can someone please tell me what the heck is happening? I'm going crazy with all this silence and complicated stuff.