Riyadh 11 yrs ago. 11:23pm
Green Crescent hospital.
"Can't I see her? I need to see her"
My voice went unheard between everyone in the halls. Mrs. Niya was there crying in her husband's arms. I didn't know why she was crying. They never cared about her. They only thought of themselves. I was the only one who cared enough to understand, I was the only one she trusted. If they'd just listen, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. But I needed to see her. That's all I cared about. I glanced anxiously back to the room waiting for the doctor to emerge. I was losing patience. My clothes was dripping all over the place while the towel they had given me was left in the seat. She had to make it. She just had to!
"You're the kid that called the ambulance right?"
"Yeah" I glanced at the officer from the corner of my eyes unwilling to turn away from the door.
"I'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind"
I heard the irritation in her voice. Reluctantly I turned to face her. "What'd you want to know?"
"Firstly, I'd like to know how the event happened?"
" I don't know. This wasn't supposed to happen it's all my fault. If I just hadn't.... "
"She shouldn't have gotten hurt" I turned back to the door. "Is she going to be okay?"
" I don't know. What did you do to her? "
I could tell she didn't care either. She was acting as if they'd already pronounced her dead.
"That wasn't supposed to happen"
"You already said that. Just tell me what you did, we can help you"
"We were supposed to meet up, I think things got out of hand. I don't know. It just wasn't supposed to happen like that"
The doctor walked into the hall, his expression stoic. I couldn't read a thing. I swallowed. She made it right?
"Mr and Mrs Niya, I'm sorry, there's nothing we could do for her"
I grabbed the doctor by his coat practically seething. "What you mean she's dead! She can't be dead. You're lying!"
"Hey" the woman tried to pry me from him. I shrugged her off angrily and walked over to the chair and tossed the damn towel. She can't be dead. F*** this is all my damn fault.
I paced the corridor angrily. What was going to happen now? She didn't listen, I told her things weren't going to work out. If she'd just listened. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have given in. It was a small mistake. I didn't mean for her to get hurt.
The officer was talking to them about the scene. There was no way they would find anything in this heavy shower.
"Well I was treating it as a suicide, but at the moment I'm not sure what to think right now"
"Shut up! She didn't kill herself. She's dead because of me"
"You killed her why? " The officer didn't miss a beat, turning to me as I cut into their conversation.
"I knew it. I told you to stay away from our daughter. I told Sharma to keep him away from her!" Mrs. Niya screamed pointing at me. Her husband glared at me maliciously but I didn't care. The only person I cared about was gone.
I punched the wall. "Shut up. You don't know a thing about Kamila. Neither of you didn't give a damn about her!"
"You haven't answered my question. Why did you kill her?"
"Nic don't answer another question. You know you aren't supposed to question a minor Fatima"
"I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this Sharma. So the kid is yours. He just admitted to murder you should know that"
"He wouldn't kill her. But I'm here now" Bey turned to me, his eyes hard before turning on his heels. "Let's go".
I watched the owner of Rio de Maria glanced over my proposal for acquiring the company. I wanted to expand our reach. This would have been our first step outside of cooperation to offer luxury to customers. I'd been keeping my eye on them for a while now and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to put in my offer. They weren't doing awful on the stock markets but it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to keep them afloat for much longer and before the ship went under it was within my interest to keep his legacy alive. Well eventually it would become my legacy. Let's face it, nothing last forever.
"Well" He said putting down the paper. "This is rather a generous offer but I'm afraid I'll have to decline"
I looked over at him. "At the rate this company's going you only have approximately four months to make a round about turn before you sink. You've seen the reviews haven't you? I would hate for someone to put you under"
"Is that a threat?"
"Not at all. But the way I see it, I'm sure this company means everything to you. Your children aren't interested in it and I can understand the hesitation in selling"
"Why would a guy like you be interested in a small company like us?" Mr. Nash asked eying me suspiciously .
I smiled. "Simple really. I believe in the same aesthetics as you do. The last thing I'd want is to have an asshole who doesn't give a damn, run the company I worked so hard to make"
Mr. Nash gave me a long stare. "Everyone wants this company so bad. I'll consider you're offer. That's it"
"That's good enough for me. I'm sure we'll be in touch"
I left and looked around the small office. I probably could make due with a place like this. A few renovations and it would be to my liking. It was small but simple, just like the current owner. I had big plans for this company. In time there won't be just three branches, especially internationally.
I got in my car as my phone rang, placing it on speaker I drove off.
"Where are you?"
" Laurent drive, why? "
"Laura's in labour"
I stepped on the accelerator pedal and drove as fast as I could. She was early, I wasn't even prepared for something like this. I ran into the house to find my sister sitting, inhaling and exhaling as she squeezed the arm of the chair. I hesitated. Child bearing wasn't something I made myself familiar with. I didn't have a clue what to do.
She looked up at me and I could see the panic in her face. Shit! Makin should have been here to take care of this not me.
I reached out to help her up to take her to the car. Laura grasped my hand tightly, I thought she might have broken it.
"Get....get my bag it's in the bedroom"
She groaned leaning into my side. "Yeah, after I get you to the car".
I kept glancing in the rear mirror to check on her. She started to cry. This was the reason why I couldn't deal with things like this. I didn't have the slightest idea what to say to her.
" Uh, how is it?"
Laura looked up at me as if she could have stabbed me with a knife. "I just want this to be over" she screamed. "I can't take this anymore"
I figured, I thought.
I stood back relieved when the nurse said they would take it from there when we arrived. I filled out the paper work and texted Makin to tell him he was to get his ass over here as soon as possible. She might be my sister but hearing her scream, like she was doing now from her room wasn't something I could deal with any at all. I was never having any kids. If at some point I managed to have someone serious in my life again, that's something we'd have to agree on long before.
The doctor exited the room and came over to me with his clip board going through it. I was anxious but I didn't want to get ahead of myself. I hoped she was okay. Early labour wasn't bad, children survived from being born seven months. She'll be okay. I said it like I was trying to convince myself of something inevitable. I started pacing. I heard her cries ring through the room. There must be something they could give her for the pain.
"You're her husband?"
" No, brother. He's on his way"
The doctor nodded. "She's doing well. We'll check on her in about another half an hour"
"What'd you mean half hour? She's in pain don't you hear her? There must be something you can do"
He placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. "We're still waiting on her to dilate a little further, she's not ready to deliver the baby as yet so no. Their both fine though"
The doctor left, while I stood outside the door, before opening it and went in to give Laura a little support.
"I'm going to die. Where's Makin?"
" He's on his way"
He wasn't exactly but I didn't want her to feel like he abandoned her. "You're going to be okay. Both of you. I'm here"
" I'm not having another child" she started to laugh through her tears. "I didn't think it was going to be like this"
"Yeah, how did you think it was going to be like?"
"Easy...." She pulled at the side of the bed. " I didn't know the pain would be a bi*tch"
"I think you're supposed to be doing some breathing exercises to help"
Laura then proceeded to cry harder. "I just want the pain to stop!" she reached out to me. "Please just make it stop"
F*** this! I walked out looking for the doctor after the nurse came to check on her again. I don't care what he thought. He'd have to give her something for the pain. I shook my hand to force blood back into my fingers. If she held on to my hand again, I was sure my bones would crumble. The pain seemed to be proportionate to her squeezes. The intenser they got the harder she squeezed and the more she cried.
I felt someone grab my shoulder. My brother stood taking in deep gasps of air.
"Where is she?"
I checked my watch again. 8:30pm. I sat in the waiting room riddled in anxiety waiting on my brother to return. We had to give her blood, her blood pressure went up so they placed her in observation and they refused to help her with the pain. I ended up with a headache trying to calm my brother down. I was hungry but I couldn't leave until I was sure that they were both okay.
Makin walked through the doors and sat down beside me. He ran his hand through his thick hair and leaned over with his hands in his face.
"Are they okay?"
My brother took in a deep breath. "The cord wrapped around her neck. They placed her in a incubator"
Great so he got a baby girl. "What about Laura?"
"She's going to be okay. I didn't think they were going to make it"
Makin seemed shaken up. He almost lost his first child. That would've scared anyone and it took moving hell to scare my brother.
"Where is she?"
"She's still in the room. Their going to transfer her a little later" He turned to me, finally taking a deep breath. "Thanks for taking her"
"I'd do anything for them you know that"