Tears of Zubaida.

•••••TEARS OF ZUBAIDA••••• •••Chapter Twenty-Eight•••

Your smile,
Hitches my breathe.

Whenever I close my eyes,
All I see is you.

My heart yearns for attention,
It yearns for love.

I can't see it,
But it feels you're around.

Because,
Love is blind.
~ HalimatuAbdulrazak ✨

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Images kept flashing through her head, just before she couldn't take the heftiness of it all and closed her eyes. She was rushed to the theatre room as blood kept oozing from her head as well as her lower body.

There were only two doctors available as the rest were on Eid break, the only health attendants that were around were the nurses and matrons of the emergency unit.

"Sir, wait here please." A nurse stopped the man that knocked her down.

Gaddafi_ is his name, he was quick to bring her to Zaria, and took her to the hospital where she was attended to by the available health attendants. He sat on the steel chair by the hallway of the theatre room, he waited impatiently for the red light to go off indicating the operation is done.

Two consecutive hours passed and the light is yet to go off, he got so worried and began pacing, wearily eyeing the door. On cue a ting sound was heard and the red light went off.
He heaved a heavy sigh and sat down massaging his temples and waiting to hear the news the doctor has to tell.

He took a look at his brown brocade that was well ironed earlier during the day and now it's all gory and squeezed.
The door was opened as the doctor walked out removing his bloodstained gloves and disposed them in the bin. He removed his face mask as well and quietly yet gently washed his hand and dried them, then rubbed some sanitizer and walked to him.

"You are?" He asked.

"A relative." He glanced at the doctor exhaustingly.

"Come with me." The Doctor gestured, walking towards the exit of the theatre room, to his office.

"She's put to bed a boy." The doctor announced smiling at Gaddafi who released a breathe he has been holding on their way to the office.
"But, she lost a lot of blood, hitherto to the injury she sustained on her head and contractions that prompted an early labor." He paused and gulped a cup of water from the dispenser in his office.

"She needs blood transfusion, we've took a sample of her blood, and the result shows that she's O+. So, will check our blood bank if there's a match."

Gaddafi nodded his head understandingly and glanced at the wall clock, it was quarter to nine, he hasn't prayed Maghreb and Isha. And he hasn't called his wife to let her know of what's going on, as he's pretty sure she's expecting his call or rather thinks he's arrived at Kano already.

"Furthermore," The Doctor continued, "we found some broken pieces of glass and very tiny pebbles on her head injury." He paused and waited for a shocked Gaddafi to digest the information.
He thought the accident was a minor but look where things are headed to.

"They are little possibilities of her not getting an amnesia, as some of the glass pierced very deep into her head, and they are irremovable, but we will put her on drugs that will possibly help reduce some severe migraines she will be experiencing. And also some drugs that will gradually make her muscles release the pieces and hopefully, a little surgery afterwards to remove the glass."