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Anaaya.

There's always something that never goes according to your plan. You plan something and then life plans something, ruining all that you had thought out.

Life plays us in such an unfortunate extreme way that we can't help but wonder, What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to be a victim of something so horrid?

And you want to believe that the good might come too but it's hard to do so when you have to sit in a cold hospital room with wobbly legs while you stare at the exposed flesh of a man you call your husband.

Anaaya didn't understand what had happened. It had all been so blurry, she couldn't understand how she had been sitting on the couch with her children once and in the very next moment, she was escorted to a hospital by Sarah.

Sarah hadn't told her what had happened. She had simply told her to sit in the car as Hassan had gotten into trouble.

Anaaya thought he might have gotten into a jail or something and needed to get a bail since he always got speeding tickets.

And even though she wasn't completely in her senses and still very much in grief for doing something as horrible as an abortion, she had still somehow managed to sit in that car to go and bail out her husband.

That was what she had in mind.

But Sarah had dropped her off at a hospital and it had clicked to her.

She had stared at Sarah through the mirror and the woman had lowered her eyes.

Anaaya had gulped then, eyes wet with tears that had gushed into the valley of her eyes.

No no no.

She didn't even want to consider the possibility of Hassan even getting injured.

They were too busy for hospitals and sickness and injuries.

They had children..

They had work.

They had too much at hand.

There was no time for injuries.

She inhaled a deep breath, wincing as she got out of the car.

"Hassan Ali Khan please." She didn't get how she had somehow managed to get those words out of her mouth, how she had swallowed the bile down her throat and how she had even said those words to the nurse.

She nodded, checking on the screen and pointing her in the direction of the emergency room.

Don't assume the worst.

Don't assume the worst.

Be positive.

It's Hassan.

He's probably okay.

He's always okay.

He's your Hassan, Anaaya. He's gonna be fine.

It's Hassan.

It's okay.

Be brave, Anaaya.

She tried to console herself. Her lashes got wet with fresh tears but she didn't care at this point.

She just wanted to see if Hassan, if her Hassan was alright. He had to be, she hoped it wasn't a serious injury. She hoped he wasn't in pain.

Okay God, the worst you can give to him is a fracture. Okay? That's it.

She mumbled to herself.

She entered the emergency floor, entering another world. The sounds, oh so many sounds, crying, moaning, groaning, whimpering, she could hear it all.

She could see people praying and people yelling, she could hear all the jumbled sounds in her head.

The smell of antiseptic and cleaning products hit her nose, and the view of people lying on various beds with broken ribs, bloody bodies and terribly hurt faces was all she saw.

She stared down at her hands, twisting and knotting them as if doing so would hold back the turmoil inside her.

There was a certain sense of despair and depression in the room that made her feel like every person inside this emergency area was expecting something bad.

She took slow steps towards a doctor standing near the reception of the emergency room.

"I'm looking for my husband," She started off shakily, voice cracking at every word.

"He was in an accident, umm..I think? I don't really know, his name's Hassan. I'm labelled his emergency contact, I-"

The doctor stared at the panicked, distressed woman. He gave her a gentle reassuring smile but he knew there wasn't much to smile about.

He put a hand on her arm, guiding her.

"Why don't you come with me first?"

Anaaya shook her head.

"I'd much rather see him, please." She formed a complete sentence without stumbling.

"He's with the doctors right now, I would like to inform you of what has happened and what's the procedure that we need to follow."

"Okay, okay. But he's okay right? He's fine?"

She questioned, eyes filled with hope but distress.

Eyes that were tired of crying, eyes that wanted nothing but to see those brown eyes.

The doctor just guided her to his room.

"My name is Dr Hill, I'm one of the residents on your husband's case."

He started off, Anaaya wiped her tears away, the ones that would leak and not stop. She tried to remain strong, remain firm, she wanted to listen to each and every word.

She had to take care of her husband and she had to know how. He had to be okay.

"It was a major car accident, the paramedics said that a truck driver switched lanes and hit your husband's car. It was a head on collision."

Ya Allah, please help my Hassan. I'll do anything, just please don't let him be in pain. He's the one person I have loved with all of my heart, I can't see him in pain.

She prayed in her heart.

"He has broken ribs, broken left arm, possible collapsed lung, abdomen is rigid. He had a massive blood loss."

Everything that is broken can be healed.

Everything that is broken can be healed.

"But he's gonna be fine, yes? I mean, we have four children, I need to know that he'll get healed in a few days."

Anaaya enquired, inhaling a deep breath and then exhaling to stop herself from sobbing out loud.

The doctor still continued talking, without answering her question.

"He was airlifted to the hospital, had a traumatic brain injury..the neurosurgeon took him to surgery right away, we need you to sign these papers first and you can see your husband after the surgery."

Anaaya nodded, absorbing all the information that she could.

She blindly signed the documents.

"My Hassan's gonna be okay, right? After the surgery?"

Her voice was soft as she stared at the doctor.

"Dr Shepherd is very good." He said instead.

So she sat there, waiting for the surgery to end, waiting for her Hassan to be okay.

Hassan.

Hassan tried to get out of the car, he tried to get out of it from the broken window. He knew that if he didn't get out at this very moment, the car would burn in flames and he would burn in the process.

His mind was working, he was grateful for that.

All he had to do was get out of the car and call for help.

That's all.

Come on, Hassan. You can do it.

He said in his head because somehow he wanted to scream, but he couldn't.

He couldn't yell for help. He couldn't scream in pain.

He got out of the window, hand engulfing the glass and injuring it whole in the process. The shredded glass entered his hand from both the sides, bleeding all over.

It hurt. God damn it hurt.

But he didn't give up. He couldn't stand up, his legs were too shaky and too bloody for him to do so.

So he tried to walk on his knees.

He couldn't.

So he crawled across the road, knowing that there were people on the other end. People that could get him the help he needed.

It was so hot, the sun burning its gaze of him and that didn't do his injuries any good. He feared he'd collapse any minute.

This was bad, suddenly he felt like he just couldn't breathe anymore, that his heart was beating out of his chest erratically.

His vision got foggy, everything around him felt like shutting down.

His mind felt like it wasn't working anymore.

He tried to think of Anaaya, her smile was what was keeping him going.

Anaaya. He wanted to be with her, right now, lying in their bed, with their children surrounded by laughs and smiles.

He finally saw a pathway across the rocks, he could see a few houses, eyes blurred but forming as little as they could.

He tried to stand up on his legs, putting his hand on the bark of a tree to stop himself from falling.

He stumbled towards the houses, blindly. Then he lost hold and stumbled over the rocks.

He slowly lost his balance and tried to regain it back but failed. The world started spinning around him, his heart beating so fast that he couldn't breathe.

He was hitting his head on something hard in the process.

He felt the cooling surface of the rock with his hands and the hot blood that gushed out from his head.

He was barely able to keep his eyes open.

Suddenly, his breathing felt too shallow and he knew that he was going to lose consciousness.

He tried to scream but nothing came out of his mouth.

A few seconds later, everything went black.

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