Nur's wakes up immediately.

Not by a movement, not by pain. She just wakes up like her body wants to.

Her eyes look absentmindedly at the pearl white ceiling as she tries to recall what happened to her. She remembers everything. How the car's headlights flashed before her frightened and shocked eyes. How the colour of the car was black and how it had no number plate like it was brand new. She remembers each and every detail yet she couldn't see the driver.

She does not move for she know the bandage around her stomach. She just closes her eyes once more, and recalls her mother's hand stroking her hair.

She hears an opening and closing of door. She opens her eyes and sees a thin and slender nurse with a long face smiling down at her. She lifts up her arm and adjusting the needle, starts the IV. 'How long have I been here?' Nur asks, her throat soar and her tongue dry as if she has been in hospital for months.

'Two days.' The nurse answers. 'But you will be alright. A bone of your rib cage is fractured and a small wound on your head. It will heal soon.'

'Who paid the expenses?' Nur asks, a thought sparkling in her head.

'A man did.' She thinks over again. 'Yeah, it was a man.'

Nur nods slightly. 'Is anyone here with me?' She doesn't even know why she asked this. Somewhere within her, she hoped her mother would be sitting outside, waiting for Nur to get consciousness so that she can hug her and promise to live with her forever. But part of her also knows this is not true. Her mother has gone, leaving her. Just like everyone else does.

'No, no one.' Nurse answers. 'I will inform the doctor.'

With this, she leaves and Nur is back on staring at the ceiling. In her mind, she puts her finger on every person who could afford this expensive hospital and be a man.

For a second, she thinks of Dylan Westbrook but she shuts down the thought before it takes a full shape. He is a busy man. Too busy to even eat properly. How would he be able to take time out of his schedule and help her?

Then, she thinks about her brother Zafar but she, again, dumps the thought. He lives in Japan, a place far away. He didn't even know about the bad health of her mother that brought her to hospital for a week. How would he know about an small accident about his sister?

She just stares at the ceiling, tracing the patterns with her eyes, remembering them.

She licks her lips when she snaps out of her thoughts. Her attentions dives down to her thirst. She moves, and feels a sudden pang of pain ripping trough her head. She closes her eyes and mustering up courage, tries to sit up.

By the time she has sat upright, she is panting. The way nurse briefed her wounds felt like there would be no pain. But there always is.

Her fingers roam the table beside her bed, trying to find the glass. Before  she can grasp the glass, it has already shattered onto the floor in tiny bits and pieces.

With a loud sound, the door of her hospital room flies open and in rushes the nurse. 'Are you alright?' She asks before she moves to the shattered glass.

'I am sorry.' Nur murmurs.

'That is OK.' Nurse says as she presses a button to call for the sweeper. 'Your husband is here to meet you.'

Nur's eyes widens. 'My husband?'

'Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't know about his relation with you.'

'My husband?' Nur only repeats like a parrot.

'Yes. He is waiting outside. Shall I send him in?'

Nur stares at her, baffled. Who is he? 'Yeah.'

The nurse leaves and calls someone from outside.

Nur waits, staring at the door but when minutes pass and no one comes in, she leans her head back and heaves a sigh. Who can even care for me?

She does not hear the opening and shuting of door. She does not hear the prominent thuds of a shoes sole. She does not even hear someone putting down the flowers. But when a voice calls her, her ears stand up. 'Are you alright Nur?'

Nur opens her eyes and stare at steel grey eyes of Dylan Westbrook.

Yeah. Nur thinks. My beloved husband.

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