"Beep, Beep, beep"
"Five more minutes, Ommi"
"Sorry, kid I ain't your Oahmi" A strange male voice says to me, giving me chills on the side of my arm. Who the heck is this? I open my mouth to speak, unsure if anything will come out that isn't a curse word. I muster up all the effort in my body to not curse and ask him "Who are you?"
"I'm your nurse, my name is Zeke, and I'll be here to help you do anything you need, from using the bathroom to getting that weird scarf back on your head."
"My hijab?" I ask moving my arm to touch my hair.
"Don't move your arm, then it'll fall out and we'll have to put in again, and it hurts a lot less when you are unconscious then when you are awake. So you definitely don't want to do that." he says rudely, moving his hand to my vein without even thinking.
"Zeke, May I ask for a female nurse?"
"No, you may not." My shoulders hunch in disappointment I really don't want to work with him, if i can help it.
"Oh, Well I'm going to go back to sleep now."
"You can't because you have had a concussion and its not safe for you to go to bed just yet. In a couple of hours the neurologist will be here to see when you can go home, or even if you can yet."
I suddenly remember that Ommi was hurt and she couldn't get up. "Where's my Ommi"
"She's in surgery" the nurse says.
"We cannot afford that, Zeke"
"It was either that or her life."
"Oh, god, what the heck happened?"
"She had a seizure, than a stroke, but she broke her foot pretty bad since she kicked it out unintentionally"
"Will she be ok?"
"Only time will tell."
"Can you get my hijab please"
"Yes, Do you want me to tie it for you?"
"No, I've got it, Zeke"
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The Hijabi (Completed)
General FictionHe stepped on my prayer rug, and then asked the most stupid question I had ever heard. "Do you sleep in that thing?" But he wasn't asking it sarcastically, which was the scary thing . Thank you for 10k 121# on General Fiction 8/21/2017 63# in...
