Tainting The Void Canvas

22. ●Bedgasm●

The scarry night had passed in silence. No one dares to utter a single word, even the winds stilled as they anticipated for the completion of it.

Pain remains, everywhere.
Seventeen deadly hours have passed, and Zain Amir counted each of his breaths in those. With each second he losing his every ounce of patience here. And he needs a lot of it.

Red bloodshot eyes, and any minute they will lose all the unshed tears. Looking at him Seher sighs. With the back of her hand, she wipes her tears, tightening the shawl around her, she sits next to him on the cold steel hospital chair. She gulps, this is not supposed to happen with them. They don't deserve this.

"She will be fine, Zain," she whispers.

He nodded. Not a word is said.

For once Seher wants the old times back, the Zain who used to cry in front of her for every small thing. But that was years ago.
Years, no, ages.

She knows that boy is long gone, and that happened the very day he saw his sister rolling down the stairs, that very night when he waited for hours in a similar corridor, alone, waiting for her to wake up, for her to be safe, that very moment when his sister lost her baby. Her brother stopped being a child and became an adult over a few hours, all because of her.

Little did she know, her brother can still be a child, he still cries sometimes, but only in her embrace, where his abode lies. His Amu's.

She gulps again, tears come to surface again, this time she let them spill.

"She is a fighter, she will wake up pretty soon," she said softly.

"She is merely another twenty-seven year old who had fought all her life for every single bit of happiness, paid each penny for her each smile even more," he mutters, pain flooded in his hoarse voice.

"..And now it was supposed to be her days to be laughing, her days of smiling with a shine on her eyes. I promised her that, happiness without any cost, and I failed."

"For once, I want happiness without paying for it, all I want is happiness without a fight, Zain."

Words.
Happiness without a fight.

She told him years ago sitting near the shore under the tainted sky, with zephyrs playing with her waves.
And he promised her that.

He always keeps his promises, what about now then.
Pain stays everywhere.

"Zain" Seher nudge him out of the memory lane.
The doctor stands next to her, and in a second he is on his toes.

"She is waking up but still under the effect of anaesthesia. If you want you can..."

"Yes please.."

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Dragging his heavy steps inside the ICU, his breath halts. The green hospital gown deceives his red blood-drenched shirt well, she need not see him this way, ever. Just like he never wants to see like this, bandages covering the head, braces on her left arm, face barely can be realised as the Amaya Kareem, ever.