Amals pov

I just woke up from my sleep, I sleep a lot due to medications, I wonder what injuries I had and for how long was I out,

"marlene, can you call doctor stephanie?" I asked the nurse

"of course"
around half hour later doctor stephanie appeared

"hi" she greeted me with a friendly smile

"hi, I hope you weren't busy"

"oh no no, I was just checking someone from the bomb squad" she said

bomb squad??
like a group of people who deal with bombs??

i saved the question for later

"umm I know I was hit at and all, but can I know what injuries I had and how long have I been unconcious?"

"of course, you had internal bleeding and abdominal trauma, because you were kicked I assume?"

"yes, he kicked me in the stomach like 20 times non stop" I felt a shock of shiver pass through me just from the memory of that pain,

"yes, and since you were stabbed too, you had lots of organ damaged because of kicking and stabbing both, you had 6 surgical process for that and a liver transplant and a kidney transplant"

I was shocked, but I shouldnt,
wasnt this expected after the way kicked me??

"your head was smashed with; or, on a glass object which caused you penetrated brain injury, little fragments of your skull shattered from within and got stuck on the surface of your brain, you had around 3 surgeries for that"

"oh my god, how long was I out?" I asked shocked at hearing the number of surgeries I had

"around 15 months" she said carefully

"15 MONTHS?, as in like one, five, fifteen?" I was beyond shocked

she nodded

"you didnt think it was important to tell me about this after I woke up?"

"no you could have fell into coma again, honestly there was no chance of you waking up, we couldn't stress your brain a lot and risk losing you again"

I nodded in understanding,

"thank you doctor, for helping me, treating me, taking care of me" I said holding her hand smiling with tearful eyes

she smiled warmly and placed her other hand on my hand

"you can call me stephanie, we are gonna be freinds here"

I smiled at her and she left

taha walked in few minutes later

"hey there little daisy"

"little daisy? like seriously?"

"its cute" he smiled shrugging his shoulder

"can I get a laptop or phone, I have to know what happened in these past 15 months"

"sure" he smiled

"you are little likeable today, but you still are annoying" I smiled

"oh so that's what you say to a man who saved you?" he asked

I rolled my eyes

"I'll be back" he said and came back with a laptop

"here you go Madamousille" he handed me the laptop bowing down a little

"you are dismissed my loyal servant" I said raising my chin and waving my hand

he chuckled
"we are not fighting today"

"I woke up today from a coma that was longer than the twilight saga, so maybe tommorow you'll be the rude a*s that you are" I said even though I am ruder than him

"and you'll be the foul mouthed midget you are"

I scrunched my nose in disgust

"just get lost, shoo shoo"

he chuckled

"kya zamana aagaya hai giddi ko giddi kaho toh chid jate hai log"
(look at what world has become, people get angry when you call shorty a shorty)

I sticked my tongue at him and showed him a middle finger

"MIIIIIDDDGGGGEEETTTT" he left singing like a oprah singer

I couldn't help but smile shaking my head at his behaviour

opening the laptop I typed "mir ali abdallah"

and all the news articles about ali uncle popped up

"mir ali out of danger" I read the headline and skipped the article

glory to Allah that ali uncle is safe

"ali abdallah talks about his son for the first time after his heart attack" I clicked on it

"business tycoon mir ali abdallah who suffered a heart attack, a year ago has refused every interview from the past twelve months but now he has a statement to issue for which he chose our newspaper, here is what he had to say:

"I Mir Ali Abdallah, a broken man left alone in this world begs you people of the world to leave me, who will be my heir, where is my son, who will I declare as a heir in abscene of my son is not anybody's concern, stop flocking infront of my house with your cameras, trying to find a juicy story, I have lost all hope of finding my son, leave me alone to die in peace"

a tear escaped from my eyes,
my throat hurting,
my heart clenched
my chin quivering

there were few more articles about him and then I guess news channels found another spicy story to follow

I wiped my eyes to clear the blurry vision and typed arham Shaikh at the search bar

"just 6 months after his wife's death arham shaikh spotted with famous actress leah tarrington"

poor woman does she know that she is with a psycho

I searched for a older article
"wife of one of the richest architect in New York passes away, secretary of mr arham informed New York times that Mrs shaikh was a drug addict and died of an overdose around one month ago, he kept the news secret because he needed privacy, our condolences to mr shaikh and RIP Ms Amal fiza shaikh"

Fuc*ing son a b*tch
drug addict????!!!!!!!
I'll slice his skin off and fill him with sh*t ton of cocaine and stitch him up again

there were many articles about him most of them talked about spotting him with another actress or model or escort.

"come on, time to rest" stephanie snatched the laptop from my hands and handed me some medicines,

"what?? so many pills, if I take so many medicines, in no time bunch of pills will blow out of my nose everytime I sneeze" I said shocked looking at around 20 pills in a paper cup she handed me

"oh dont be so dramatic, it's just for few months"

"how many months till I get back to normal?"

cant wait to get back on my feet and kick arhams a*s

"you have been in coma for 15 months so the injuries are healed, but still you are weak and all so I'll say 3 months max"

I threw my head back groaning

"come on take them quickly and sleep"

I nodded having 4 pills at a time,

I slept for how long, I dont know since theres no window here, I sat up and looked around to spot a wall clock

"5:00"

"P.M or A.M?" I buzzed the bell and nurse walked in

"oh you are up, slept peacefully?"

I nodded

"its evening?" I asked and she nodded

"you must be hungry, go freshen up I'll bring you food" she said and left

as I stepped out of the bathroom wrapping my hijab a knock rapped on the door

"yes" I called

taha's head popped in from between the door and door frame

"morning" he gave me a toothy smile

"morning" i replied digging in my breakfast

I noticed he was still smiling at me, I stopped eating

"w..what?" I asked suddenly feeling concious

"nothing, from past 15 months I saw you hooked up with all those pipes feeding you liquid juices through your nose, I always wondered when will you wake up and eat normally, since you love to eat"

"whoa...hold up mister, I LOVE TO EAT??!!, no no I dont"

"yes you do, you love donuts and..." he stopped

"who told you I love donuts?" I asked furrowing my brows

"every girl loves donuts"

"no, who told you that I love donuts?"

"oh come on, every girl loves'em so i took a wild guess" he said shrugging his shoulders

i relaxed

"get lost i want to eat in peace, I cant eat when you look at me"

"how about i smash your face in that bowl of soup first?" he replied

I ignored him and continued eating

and he stomped out shutting the door behind him loudly

a week later....

it's been around a week since I woke up taha comes into my room often, twice a day maybe

we have definitely stopped hating each other, but yet we are not polite or even civil with each other,

we are becoming frenemies I guess

"I want to go out of this room, I am so sick I havent stepped out in a week" I whined

"okay fine, I'll ask taha to show you around a bit" stephanie sighed as if she is dealing with a child

"hellloooo miss twinkles" taha walked in

"stop with the poopy nicknames or I'll smash your head with something"

"ah so graceful and polite Ms amal ladies and gentlemen" he said sarcastically

"whatever, I wanna go out"

"out?" he asked getting serious

"yeah, out of this room"

he though for a second

"umm, okay, I'll be back in a minute"

walking back in around 5 mins later he said
"okay lets go, tiny cupcake"

I froze on my spot

"do you want to take the walking stand?" he asked

"hello??" he waved his hand

"what did you say?" I asked

"umm hello"

"no why did you call me tiny cupcake?, how do you know that nickname?"

his shoulders stiffened

"answer" I asked my voice shaking

he remained silent

"how do you know that nickname taha?"

he looked around and then finally answered

"it's a nickname amal, a very common nickname as a matter of fact, whole world uses it" he said getting more defensive then he should be getting

"is cupcake a very unique and unusual nickname?" he demanded an answer

"no but...."

"no but, stop being paranoid why do you keep questioning how do I know this, how do u know that, it's so common amal, stop over thinking come on now let's take you out" he said enthusiastically but I felt like he was diverting the topic

may be it's a co incidence

may be I am being paranoid

but what if I am not?

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