Just the two of us (EDITING)✔️

Chapter Thirty Nine~Does hospital sound romantic?

I was plunged into a state of consciousness, adrenaline surging through my body like wildfire. Instinctively, I lunged toward him, clawing and punching at any exposed skin I could find. He cried out in pain, attempting to push me away as we struggled. We tumbled to the floor, and in the chaos, something clanged beside me. I quickly glanced over and saw it, the gun he had used to shoot Afaan. My heart raced as I snatched it up, backing away from Terror, who watched me with a smile that dripped with mockery, clearly entertained by my nervous handling of the weapon.

"Khadija, you won't do that. You can't even hurt a fly," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Jokes on you " I shot back, my voice steadying as determination washed over me. "I hurt people who hurt the ones I love. This is for my family." With a grin fueled by desperation, I pulled the trigger, aiming at his leg.

"Afrah, you're mine forever; it's a promise!" he spat, a smirk plastered on his face even as he clutched his wounded leg. In that moment, I knew I couldn't let him escape. I shot the other leg, ensuring he was incapacitated. Without a second thought, I dashed toward Afaan.

He lay on his back, his eyes fluttering closed. My heart ached as I lay my head on his chest, whispering over and over how much I loved him. But then, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Bullz rushing toward me, his eyes wide with urgency.

"It'll be fine!" he shouted, just as darkness closed in around me.
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When I regained consciousness, I drifted in and out of awareness, sometimes catching snippets of conversations about drugs and comas. I tried to open my eyes, but it felt as if they were glued shut. I lost track of how long I remained in that state, but one day, I suddenly heard voices shouting that I was back. Summoning my strength, I opened my eyes, squinting against the bright light that reflected painfully off everything.

I recognized the doctor , he was someone I'd known my entire life, he held my hand gently, his smile warm and reassuring.

"Diyata, can you hear me?" he asked, his voice steady.

I tried to respond, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I nodded slowly.

"Good," he continued, his tone encouraging. "Can you hear me?"

I nodded again, and he pointed to my parents, Ummi and Abba, standing anxiously by my side.

"Do you remember them?"

I nodded, a flicker of humor stirring within me despite my sore condition. If I weren't feeling so awful, I might have even pranked them.

"That's good. Now, do you remember anything that happened at all?" As he spoke, the memories flooded back, vivid and jarring.

"Ummi! Where's Afaan?" I managed to ask, tears welling in my eyes, my throat raw and tight.

"He's fine, Afrah . Kwanta ki huta, Rest, and you'll see him soon, okay?"

"No, Ummi, please! I need to see him now!" In a sudden burst of defiance, I yanked the cannula from my arm and started walking toward the door. As I stepped out, I was met with gloomy faces, my entire family and friends stood there.

Zara, Munira, Harri, and the girls stared at me in shock before rushing toward me, showering me with a torrent of questions.

"Are you okay? Where does it hurt? That hospital gown looks terrible on you!"

I grabbed Zara's hand tightly. "Zara, please take me to Afaan's room."

She hesitated, about to protest, but then seemed to reconsider and led me to a room beside mine. With a small smile, she stepped away, leaving me alone. As I entered the room, my heart sank at the sight before me: Afaan lay on the bed, oxygen mask secured tightly over his mouth. His chest was bandaged, and he looked so peaceful, yet so vulnerable. He had been shot because of me, all in an effort to save me. Tears streamed down my face as I took his hand in mine, gently stroking his hair.