Dana's pov -"Fucking move!" His deep voice echoed throughout the halls. I cringe at the curse word. But His voice!!! Men in Pakistan wish they were this attractive. That was mean...
Okay but Zain Malik is a acceptation, he's sooooooo dreamy. I'm not even supposed to be thinking about this, but I can't control my feelings. I don't decide when to like someone and just stop liking them by my command.
In my opinion, liking someone is okay cuz at the end of the day if you don't act upon it you're fine plus you can't control your feeling for someone.
I never really thought about...liking a boy. I think more about the important things in my life. Like getting this nurse career going. Which might be a struggle for me. One day without my pills or even new pills then I could literally say something stupid! Make fun of myself! Black out! Seizures! Shaking!! Many more! I need to be very careful. Inshallah everything will go good.
I snap out of my thoughts and was going to sorry to the man but when I looked around he was no where around. I zoned out bad this time.
I let a annoyed huff and continued walking to the nurse lounge. I should of just said sorry fast and run away.
BILAL!! Oh Allah. I immediately checked my phone with the blasting messages of my brother. I called him back and he picked up.
"Hello? Sorry I was going something. You called?" I said lowering my tone with him.
On the other end I can hear him breathing heavily, he does this when he's angry."Dana I can't pick you up tonight. Just walk" he said bluntly again. I frown at his statement. What..? Walk..home...alone? In the dark..? Im gonna cry.
We only have one car and I'm so lucky I can't drive. The old is also a very junkie one that someone was going to throw away but my brother bought it from them. It took both of our month paychecks. 700 is a lot for poor people.
"Are you sure? Please...I don't wanna walk home alone..please. The busses don't come that late too—" I was going on a rant trying to convince him but he cut me short.
"Dana I don't have time! Understand that my life is more important. I actually make money. Your ass is still in training." He said in a harsh low tone making me clench my fists on my dress. Every time he curses it makes me cringe so bad.
"I understand." I said mumbling and cut the call. You know what! I don't understand! Take that Bilal. I didn't even wanna go home with someone who doesn't appreciate my mama!!
Mama...I didn't call her for a week now. I've been so busy with my late shifts. I really miss her soft voice. But I also can't just call her anytime, papa has the phone of the house. The only phone we can ever talk on. Papa doesn't want her talking to me so she sneaks it in. I tell her not to because I don't want papa to hit her again. I'm the one getting hit but I feel the pain.
I sighed and finally sat down with my lunch bag. I take my salad out and was going to take a big yummy bite but thoughts of mama ran through my head once again.
She's probably not eating. Papa probably hasn't let her eat for days. I sat there staring at the food. She's probably fed random junk. Papa doesn't know his limits.
My anger picks up that I didn't realize I was clenching the plastic fork till my hand turned white. I'll just eat at home, when my mind is calmer.
I put the food away and placed it in the fridge. Yes they have a fridge in this lounge. They have a counter full of stuff for food.
I get out the nurse lounge room and went to one of the main front desks they have for people who have information of every patient here. I went to Laura and smiled at her and sat in one of the wheely chairs.
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Guns and Roses
RomanceDana Noori : A hijabi, nurse in training. She's hiding her true self. She's sick. A rare disease. Without her meds it's hard for her to live. She gets involved with a murder case accidentally and she doesn't know what will happen at the end- especia...