Feelings of Life Torment

Untitled Episode 7

As someone's voice came from the other side of the phone, John almost shouted, "Hello! Please send an ambulance quickly... My wife... She's fallen in the bathroom... She's bleeding a lot... Please come quickly!"

There was such helplessness in his voice that anyone could understand the seriousness of the situation just by hearing the words. He didn't delay even a moment longer, putting down the phone with the necessary information.

John ran to Laila again. The storm and rain outside were still intense, but at that moment it was as if all the sounds of the world had stopped in his ears. There was only silence around him. And in the midst of that silence, the sound of Laila's faint breathing.

He held Laila's cold hand tightly in his own. He clasped her fingers as if he wanted to hold her, in this world, to him.

"I'm here, Laila... nothing will happen... you can't leave me anywhere..." he said slowly, the pressure of tears in his throat clear. His eyes were wet, but he was trying to hold back the tears, now was not the time to break down.

Time seemed to have stopped. Every second seemed unbearably long to him.

Suddenly, a sound came from somewhere in the distance, soft, vague, but distinct. The siren of an ambulance.

At first it was very faint, like a distant cry. But gradually the sound became clearer, it began to come closer. Even through the roar of the storm and rain, the sound of the siren became a glimmer of hope for John.

He looked at Layla's face. He gently stroked her forehead, as if comforting her, although he didn't know if Layla could feel anything at all.

"Layla... just be patient... the ambulance is coming..." John said in a trembling voice.

Just then, the sound of a car stopping in front of the gate was heard. There was the sound of hurried footsteps at the door. Within seconds, two nursing home workers entered with a stretcher.

"Where is the patient?" one of them asked quickly.

Without saying a word, John quickly led them to the bathroom. There was still panic and restlessness in his eyes.

The workers got to work without wasting a moment. They carefully lifted Layla from the floor and laid her on the stretcher. One quickly checked his pulse, the other hurriedly applied a bandage to try to stop the bleeding.

“The pulse is very weak… we need to take it quickly,” one said in a choked voice.

“Yes, we can’t delay,” the other agreed.

John’s chest heaved again. The words struck him like thunder.

They rushed out with the stretcher. John ran after them without a moment's delay. Outside, the storm was still raging, the rain was pouring, the wind was blowing.

The ambulance door was open. Inside, a bright white light. They quickly lifted Laila inside.

John didn't stop for a second. No hesitation, no thought, nothing could hold him back. He climbed straight into the ambulance and sat down next to Laila.

The door closed. The siren blared again. This time much louder, much more intense.

The ambulance sped along the dark, wet road. Outside, the red light was flashing, illuminating the surroundings, plunging them back into darkness.

Inside, John was sitting tightly holding Laila's hand. His eyes were wet, but he was still trying to control himself. His face was clear with worry, panic, and a constant expression of prayer.

“You’ll be okay… you’ll be okay…” he whispers over and over, as if he’s trying to change reality with every word.

Inside the ambulance, the medical staff are working quickly, controlling bleeding, checking breathing, first aid. But John’s eyes are only on Laila’s face. Nothing else in the world is important to him now.

Time seems to be moving quickly again. After a while, the ambulance stops in front of the nursing home.

As soon as the door opens, light pours in from outside. A few staff members are standing ready. Laila is quickly taken down on a stretcher and taken inside.

John also gets down, almost running after them.

The corridor lights are flashing, there’s a lot of activity around. The stretcher is moving quickly inside, towards the operating theater.

John stops in front of the door. He glances at Laila before taking her inside. His chest twists.

The door closes.

And John stood, waiting, uncertain, and in silent prayer.

The doctors and nurses quickly led Layla towards the operating theatre. A nurse stopped John at the door.

“You wait outside,”

The door to the operating theatre slowly closed, and the red light came on. John sat down on a chair in the corridor of the nursing home. Silence surrounded him, broken only by the ticking of the clock.

John’s mind kept replaying Layla’s smile, her gentle voice and the small moments they had spent together. Each memory seemed to push his heart harder. John silently prayed with folded hands,

“Oh God, heal my Layla… don’t take her away from me.”

Time seemed to stand still. Every minute seemed like an hour. John’s mind was filled with pain, fear and restlessness. He closed his eyes and imagined Layla’s face over and over again. Her smile, her words, the moments of happiness they had shared together.

Suddenly, the door to the operating theatre slowly opened. A doctor came out. John stood up quickly, his chest pounding.

“Doctor… how is Laila?” A sense of fear emerged in his voice.

The doctor was silent for a moment, looking at John. Those few seconds of silence seemed like an eternity to John. His chest was pounding as if it would never stop, and countless feelings of fear and anxiety were gathering in his eyes.

Finally, the doctor said slowly,

“Are you the lady’s husband?”

John nodded quickly.

“I am John… Laila’s husband. Doctor, how is Laila’s condition now?”

The doctor sighed.

“We tried our best. We were able to provide treatment in time, so Laila is now out of danger. However, she has lost a lot of blood from her body, so she will have to be kept under special observation for a few more days. But… I have to say with sadness that it was not possible to save the baby. Laila will never be able to be a mother again. Please forgive me.”

As the doctor finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. Everything seemed to be covered in darkness before John's eyes. His heart pounded, his chest felt an unbearable pressure.

John stood silently for a moment, as if the words had not reached his ears properly. All the moments of the past few months flashed before his eyes. Laila's smiles, small dreams, and the moments of joy they shared.