Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Ihsan squirmed on her bed, and she felt as tears stung her eyes. Pain began creeping through her frail bones and she felt as of she was being diced by a knife. She knew she hadn't taken anything cold or had she exposed her body to the chilly wind of Qatar last night. She was fully covered, but still hadn't escaped from the pain.

Her abdomen churned, and she lifted up her hands to caress her stomach when she felt the bones of her hand aching. She let out a grunt, what would she do to relieve herself of this pain? Everywhere is paining her.

Laboriously, she turned on her bed and took a glimpse of her closed door while trying so hard to stop her tears, the pain is so unbearable. Fortunate enough for her, her phone was beside her on the bed, but taking it up to dial a number would be hard to her aching body. She cried.

It took her minutes, minutes almost to an hour before she mustered the remaining energy left in her and she thanked Allah for the day Sadeeq put his number on her speed dial, that time she had insulted him and wanted changing it, but the puppy face he made made her changed her mind.

She placed her hand on the figure '1' on her dial pad until Sadeeq's number appeared and it began ringing. He didn't picked the call, and she knew she would be rotten on her bed before he would pick up her phone, because they had an encounter last night. He had spoke to her about taking the bus to school without waiting for him to leave together, but as usual, her answer wasn't sweet.

She took in painful breaths before she dialed his number again, by this time; she was covered in sweats and her temperature had rose. She was shivering, her teeth clattering when she heard his muffled voice from her phone's speaker.

"Sadeeq, I'm sick." She managed to utter through tears, lacerating pains and shivers.

He hissed, a loud hiss she felt it diving into her heart. "If this is one of your franks or stupid ways of disturbing the peace of my life, then stop. I'm sleeping in case you didn't noticed it was too early to wake up by this time of the morning." He ended the call, giving Ihsan the chance to look at the clock on her phone, and it was 6:50am and she hadn't even prayed her Fajr Salah.

Her tears were rolling down freely, and she had her breaths choking her chest, everything was hard and painful. Who would she call? Why is it that apart from Daada nobody believed she's in pain the instant she fell sick? They all thought she was franking, or she had something in mind. She's a sickler for the sake of Allah, she can fall sick anytime.

She couldn't call Daada, because she knew he would be agitated and might catch the next flight flying to Qatar, hence, she dialed Abbu's number. It rang twice before his face boomed into her speaker, and she heaved a sigh out of relief.

"Abbu, I'm sick." She crooked and clenched her eyes shut painfully. Her stomach is paining, joints are aching, and her body is covered with fever. Ya Allah heal all sicklers out there.

She heard as he stood up and cleared his throat, "Subhanallah, you're sick Ihsan? For how long? Where's Sadeeq? Are you taken to the hospital? Give him the phone!" He rattled these questions in one breath and didn't have her the time to answer him back when Ummu collected the phone in a devastated voice.

"Ihsan where exactly is paining you? Where is Sadeeq? You're in the hospital right? Tell me you're not crying please, your head might pain you adding more salt to the wound." That was Ummu, and she could proudly call these couple her second parents even without being married to their son.

She bursted into tears, feeling as she inhaled the oxygen, it would take a blow to her lungs before respirating to her organs, it was painful. Heaving a painful sigh, she blew her nose and answered them, "Abbu, I'm still in my room. I can't even move a finger, everywhere hurts."

The room was spinning into her eyes, she started seeing the frames and bags she hanged on her wardrobe turning and falling on the ground, while the tip of her wardrobe came up.

"Ihsan! Listen to me!" But how could she listen to Abbu? When her temperature had rose to the extent degree she was just minutes away from dashing out.

Under hypnosis, she heard as he ended the call, with her tears flowing unchecked. She began hearing a knock on her door, it started slow before it gotten worse and Sadeeq was doing all it takes to open the door. Darn it! She had taken all the extra keys to her room yesterday night, because he threatened to be waking her up whenever he's leaving for school!

Being stubborn fit your healthy body, Ihsan.

She was trying so hard, mustering up the energy and strength left in her before she stood up and staggered to the wall for support. Holding onto the wall so hard, she trudged to the door and her frail and paining hands struggled before she unlocked the door, having it yanked open in a second.

His face looked angry, with his nostrils flaring up and his eyes a bloodshot of anger. Abbu must've said something huge. "What the hell did you think you just did? Just because..." Sadeeq couldn't get the chance to complete his sentence when she fell on his and the world became black.

He shook her and tried lifting her up, but feeling her temperature and the way her body had slackened made him ip the creek. He rushed into the room and changed her into a black abaya with a roll of a white veil. He needed to make it to Al Emadi hospital, that's where he was sure she was be taken care of, in no time.

She was frail, Sadeeq lifted her up into his arms and walked towards the entrance door of the house, and he suddenly remembered the key of the car were in his room. He had no chance but to turn around and walked to his room, Ihsan carefully stashed into his arms.

He placed her on his bed and took the key from his bed side drawer, walking to her side, he stoop there and began staring at her face. She looked innocent, radiant, and as beautiful as Ihsan could ever be. He wished a scowl would never have a place on her face, but right now, he preferred the sick and unconscious Zainab Ibrahim Karaye.

Sadeeq leaned in and planted a smooch on her forehead before he lifted her up and walked to the car, yet again. He placed her on the back seat and sat on the driver's seat, igniting the car to life.

On arriving at Al Emadi hospital, she was taken to the emergency unit and the doctors rushed to her with the will of saving her life. Sadeeq had been roaming around the corridor, unable to seat down and let his soaring feet to rest. What had he almost done? What if she hadn't called Abbu? What's the worst that could've happened?

All his life, the series of hospital visitations of Ihsan, her cryings and complaining of aching, her inability to walk or lift somethings, and lots more of her spasms of pains; Sadeeq had always thought it was one of her franks and stubbornness. He sometimes thought she didn't want to go to school, or she was being too clumsy and being a spoilt brat. How many of his likes are there in the world? Not believing the pain of a sickle cell patient?

He isn't fully convinced that she is sick yet, but he knew at least she is, because her temperature had risen to the level he thought he could be infected when he held her into his arms.

He heard a beep sound from her phone, he brought it with him so that if Abbu called, he could answer without having to face some rare wrathful mood of Abbu. It was a message, sent by a saved number 'Dr. Aashif❤️' Ihsan wasn't the loving type, and her saving a number with a heart emoji was something that triggered the curiosity hidden beneath the heart of Sadeeq.

He contemplated wether to check what the message entailed or not, because here, all he could see was a heading; which was 'Hello Miss Karaye!' Weird. She had never enclosed her identity of being from Karaye to anyone, not to talk of allowing someone to call her Miss Karaye. She used the name only on her credentials.

Curiosity got the best of him, and Sadeeq tapped the message and viewed the whole of it. It shook his heart and have him regretting ever touching her phone that was once laying peacefully on the soft mattress of her bed. Who the hell is Dr. Aashif?

I'm missing youuu guys

What had Dr. Aashif sent?