70 Days; Chapter 9

Rashed's perspective;

And she's gone..

We are no longer in the same local area.

I miss her, already...

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"Mr. *****, you may come in,"

I approached the golden door knob, twisted it, extended my right foot, and entered the white room.

Sat in the black leathered chair in front of a wooden desk was an old-looking man. His facial features grew much more, according to age. I haven't seen him in a while.

"Now, what seems to be the problem this time?" asked the doctor.

"Usual leg and chest pains, sleepless nights, nausea, loss of appetite, and shortness in breath."

"The last time you came was a year and a half ago, I'm surprised many things have developed in your system," he responded, with a frown.

"Have you taken the tablets I've prescribed for you?" he said, additionally.

"Yes, I have," I replied, "I took it every time I received any type of pain,"

"That's good. But the symptoms to your issue may be more serious than ever, you might have to leave the country," he told me.

I was so worried, so afraid of the results.

I don't want to leave the country.

I don't want Jade to be worried, either.

"But I'm leaving to university in five days.." I reassured.

"I think we should examine your blood, first. We'll get back to you in two days."

I walked to the examination room and waited for the nurse to come.

She entered holding a metal plate, in it consisted of two cotton pieces, two bandages, and the blood-sucker needle.

She approached me, holding the needle upright and held it against my inner elbow vein. I winced as I observed my own blood flowing through the tube.

"How is this so?" she asked herself, confused.

"What seems to be the matter?" I questioned.

"There seems to be not enough of your blood, please wait," and she exited the laboratory.

Anxiety hit me.

Why am I so careful of myself, all of a sudden?

I'm worried, worried about multiple things.

I haven't heard of Jade, yet.

I decided to reach for my phone from the nearby side table. With no strength, I saw a message pop up the screen.

Thankfully, my inner prayers were answered.

The most beautiful girl on the face of this planet finally wrote to me, after two days of silence.

In spite of the slight pain my weak arm released, I was unable to reply to her text.

Though I really wanted to, I was incapable of doing so, I was slimly aching.

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"Mr. *****, we're afraid that you must place this on your other arm, in order for the blood to flow back," the nurse said as she tied a warm bag, filled with an unknown substance inside, around my other inner elbow.

After ten minutes of experiencing the warmth the bag gave me, the nurse returned and untied it.

She once again brought her equipment back and re-did the whole process.

Also, I observed.

A bit more blood followed through the tube, but I could tell it was still not enough.

She then explained to me that she will find out the reason behind the lack of my blood flow.

I've spent three hours, in total, in the hospital, starting and ending each examination. Eventually, the right amount of blood was enable to escape.

It was horrible. I absolutely hate blood tests.

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Two days later:

I have answered to Jade's messages and she has told me every single detail about her school. It really looks like she's having a ton of fun, and it also looks like I'm missing her a bit too much.

We try to make communication work, in spite of the time differences.

While I was in the middle of packing the majority of my things, I heard my name being called by my daring mother, all the way from downstairs.

I kissed her head and asked what she needed.

"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to remind you that you need to visit the doctor today, your blood results are coming in this afternoon," she told me.

"Can you come with me?" I asked.

I watched her lips grow a breathtaking smile, "Of course."

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"Dr. ***** is waiting inside," spoke the nurse as she drew near to us.

I once again joined the doctor in his office. I sat beside my mother, holding her hand, petrified.

His facial expressions looked odd today, they were unusually strange.

He greeted my mother, since he didn't really give us a welcoming grin, and then pulled out the results.

My heart was pounding.

My stomach was growling.

My head was spinning.

For a second, the nausea I felt that day at the restaurant began to hit me, all over again.

"Us, as doctors of the one of the most successful hospitals of the country, we tend to give the best treatments for those who are curable. But sometimes, the case may reach the extent where we are helpless, and may need to send some of our patients abroad. Though we put our full potential and devotion into our work, we apologize for any inconvenience."

We both were extremely terrified.

I watched my mother shed a tear.

I felt her utter pain.

My heart was slowly growing a fracture.

My eyes were slowly closing.

But, my ears were vigorously alarmed.

"I'm sorry, but you have been diagnosed with kidney failure."