Swipe Of Love

13

♕ O M A R P O V ♕

I got up from my seat to go to my assigned group table, which I hated. I mean, they barely did anything. I have to yell at them to get them to go back to work. I grabbed the hammer and nail, starting to build my part of the project. I like to work by myself, so I don't have to deal with those kids that can't even make anything or take forever if they do. So I decided to make my own house.

I was interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder. Who the hell just touched me? I looked over my shoulder and saw my idiotic best friend, Hakeem, smiling like a dumbass.

Hakeem and I have been friends since we were in grade one. I am stuck with this i***t for the rest of my life. Even though I love him like a bro but sometimes he can be a pain in the ass. Although he is damn annoying, he still is my buddy.

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyed.

"Oh, nothing. Just came here to see my best friend," He replied, leaning against the table.

"Shut up! Get to the damn point," I said, hammering the nail on my wooden house.

"Fine! You know the women that dropped you off?" He asked.

"Yeah! What about her?" I asked, measuring the wood.

"You think you can hook me up with her. She is hot!" He smirked.

I turned around and looked at him like he was one craziest person on this earth. Are you kidding me? My best friend just asked me to hook my mom up with him.

"Eww, man! That's just gross." I shoved him away from me, getting some more nails.

"Dude. What the heck?" He shouted.

"That's my mom, you deep sh!t," I snapped.

"Oh, I thought that she was your sister or something. Sorry man," He apologized, handing me more nails.

"Even if she were my sister, I would never hook her up with you. You're so dumb. Stop hooking up with girls. You're Muslim. Then act like one," I snapped. He didn't reply to anything after that. I shouldn't let my anger control me again.

I sigh, "Listen, bro-"

"Omar?" Mr. James called.

"Yes?" I answered.

"The security is here to escort you to the office," He pointed to the door.

"Dude, what the hell did you do this time, man?" Hakeem whispered.

"I don't know, man. I don't think I did anything," I honestly answered.

"You don't think? This time, you're busted. Your mom gonna know," Hakeem threatened.

"Can't let that happen. Now can we," I smirked.

"What are you going to do now?" He questioned.

"Just watch," I smirked.

You see, what happened was that I had been getting into a lot of fights in the past couple of weeks. I was the number one bad boy in this school. Number two was Justin William. We couldn't stand each other, I tell you. Every time I looked at him, I want to beat him and shove his ugly face into the toilet bowl.

Justin had been bullying a nerd for the past two weeks. I keep saving the girl because only I can bully her. I mean, come on, I'm the number one in this school. I get to bully nerds, not some jackass monkey baboon. I enjoy seeing her get scared to death. But sometimes I feel bad; I don't know why, though.

She wears big, nerd glasses. I am 5'9, and she is 5'2. Pretty short for my height. She is a hijabi. She doesn't wear any tight clothes and always has baggy clothes on. She does sometimes wear dresses, though, and she looks hot in them. I tell you.

Anyway, as I was saying, I would beat the hell out of Justin. The security comes, separating us. We get sent to the office every time. Of course, I get off the hook every time, but that dumbass always gets in trouble.

"Omar, your mother, is in the hospital," Jackson, the security guard, said.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Your mom is in the hospi-"

I didn't let him finish the sentence as I ran out of the classroom and up the stairs to the Main Office. I stopped in front of the door. A man in a suit was sitting on the chair. I was breathing hard. I walked in, and my eyes landed on Nerd. She looked at me with big eyes but looked away quickly. I couldn't deal with you today, Nerd.

"Omar?" The guy asked.

"Yes, That's me. Who are you?" I ordered.

"My name is Robert. I work for your mom," He smiled.

"Show me your office ID," I said.

"You're pretty smart for a kid. Here," He handed me his ID.

I checked the ID. He was telling the truth; after all, I turned around and bumped into a nerd. I groan. Why was she always on my way? I moved away out of the way, signing out quickly. I ran out of the building with Robert behind my tail. He opened the car, and we got in. He started to back out of the parking lot.

"Tell me everything that happened," I ordered.

"I don't know that much. But I do know that when Boss came to the office, she went to her office. A couple of seconds later, she ran out of the building like something bad happened. An hour later, Boss came back running in, straight into her office and locked herself in the bathroom. We called Emily so she could come back, hoping that she could help her. Emily arrived with her husband right away, and her husband broke the door. But by the time we got in, she wasn't breathing." he explained.

"Where are they right now?" I asked.

"They are with your mom in the hospital," He answered. We soon arrived; I ran out of the car to the hospital. I went to the front desk.

"How may I help you?" The lady asked.

"Can you please tell me what room Antonia Kateb is in?" I asked.

"Yes. Are you related to Ms.Kateb?" She asked, typing on the computer.

"Yes. She is my mother," I smiled.

"She is in room 300B," She said.

"Thank you," I smiled.

I sped walk and ran up the stairs, walking into the hallway. 300, 300A, 300B. Ah, there it was. I opened the door, walking in slowly to see my mom with an oxygen mask. No! Please! I closed the door softly to see Emily and Jacob. She walked up to me and hugged me.

"Oh, Omar," She cried.

"What happened to her?" I whispered.

"They haven't said anything yet," Jacob said.

A doctor walked in with papers in his hand. He checked the monitor. He told us to step out, and we did. He came out a couple of minutes later.

"I am doctor David. Please follow me to my office, please," he said.

"Is everything okay, Doc? Is she going to be okay?" I asked.

We walked in and sat down. "We can't tell if Ms.Kateb is okay for now. Ms. Kateb was in serious condition. One of her lungs stopped working. We somehow were able to make her breathe. That was a miracle. However, she still needs the oxygen mask to help her breathe." He explained.

"When will she wake up?" I asked.

"I don't know. We are still trying to determine why this happened to Ms. Kateb or what caused it to happen. However, we think the cause of her fainting or 'blacking out' is that she experienced post-traumatic stress, which weakens the body. If she wakes up, you guys have to keep her happy. She should not get any stressful feelings that will cause her to faint again. We can't let her have any sad or depressed feelings in her that will harm her. She's terrified of having what happened to her in the past happen to her again, which is causing her to worry too much. Sometimes, this can lead to other serious illnesses, like high levels of depression, which can quickly change a person's mood. In older people, the disease gets so severe that they start to experience memory loss and have constant nightmares. A situation like that may be similar to what causes them to worry. They tend to run away from their fear of having it happen again, and they pass out or worst-case scenario, they have a first-level diagnosis of dementia." He explained.

"What do you mean if she wakes up," I yelled, standing up from the chair.

"Listen, I know how you feel right now. In her condition, the patient might not ever wake up," he said.

What the heck? She couldn't do this to me. The door slammed open, and a nurse rushed in.

"Doctor, the patient in room 300B, her heart rate is beating quickly. Come. Come quickly," she said.

We all ran out of the room and to Mom's room. I was the first one out of the Doctor'sdoctor's office. I saw a person coming out of Mom's room. Who was that person? Whoever it was, we couldn't let him get close to Mom.

"HEY! YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE!" I yelled.

I looked at uncle Jacob who looked at me. We both nodded our heads and ran after that guy. He was wearing a black suit. He got in the elevator with his back toward us; I looked everywhere and found an exit with stairs. I ran down that stairs to the first floor.

When I got to the first floor, I looked around and found him walking out of the building. I followed behind him. Before I could catch up to him, he was already in his car driving away. I punched the bench next to me. Two questions ran through my mind.

Who was that guy? And what was he doing in Mom's room?