Lailah Dk

The smell of iodine and Spirit hit my nostrils as soon as I regained consciousness. I could tell I was in the hospital but when I slowly opened my eyes, the surroundings looked like the prince's room, yes. I was laying in Haidar's room with a drip connected to my hand. My head was still heavy but at least I felt a bit better. Something that immediately caught my attention was the fact that I was only wearing my singlet (underwear). Which meant he took my shirt off and must have seen my bruises. I felt a bit terrified by that, I didn't want any questions to arise so immediately I heard the door open, and I closed my eyes and shot.

"Oh please stop the charade, I know you are awake," He said. I slowly opened my eyes to stare at him calmly. He was holding a tray of food in his hand.

"I'm sorry I had to take off your shirt, you were burning from fever and you needed some air," He said while taking a sit on the other side of his bed.

"Oh that's no Problem" I managed to say. "Why do I smell iodine?" I asked out of curiosity.

"You were badly bruised all over your body, I guess because you had crawled the bruise started bleeding. Hence, I cleaned it up" He said.

"Th..thank you" I managed to say.

"How did you get bruised though? The last time I remembered you and I were together all day long from A day before yesterday till yesterday" He said whilst raising his brows. I didn't respond to him. I had no answer to his questions, what could I say to him? That I whip myself whenever I am stressed out. I didn't know the answer to give.

"I don't know how I got bruised," I said.

"Wow, I can see you are spiritually disturbed. Did someone whip you In your dream? What a funny woman you are!" He said. He even added a chuckle. "It's fine if you don't want to say why you are so bruised, but I want to inform you that self-harm is haram in Islam and I believe you are a Muslim right?" He asked.

"Of course, I am a Muslim, and..and I...I am not harming myself" I stammered.

"Oh well, that's between you and Allah. If you like you can stab yourself, you'll simply rot in hell" He said. Oh, what a rude man he was. "Well, I made my maid cook for you. It's Noddle soup, please sit up and have it. I have to inject your next medication into you, now sit up and have it" He said. I sat up slowly and rested my head on his bed wooden frame. He got up and helped me out with a pillow behind my back. "Thank you," I said to him and he simply nodded. He passed me a fork and the noodles and I ate them slowly. No, I wasn't going to eat like a gorilla again. That was something I only did around Hajarah because of how firm our bond was.

After I had consumed the whole noodles, he got his syringe and filled it with medicine. He injected it right into my vein, I winced from the touch of the needle on my skin. He simply chuckled when he was done.

"What's so funny?" I found myself asking.

"The way you are making your face, you know what I just realized. You need my protection more than I need yours" he said.

"I'm only sick because I've been stressed out," I said.

"No, your temperature became high because of how much you whipped yourself," He said. Looking me straight in the eyes.

"I did not whip myself, they are old scars. I think it's because I bathed with really hot water that's why they look new" I tried my best to make up a good lie.

"I'm not as foolish as you may think. I'm smart and I know that you are harming yourself. The truth is, that's never the option. Learn to find salvation from Allah, Do not harm yourself. It's only stupidity. Only Allah knows why you are doing this though. For all I can conclude, I think you are mentally unstable" He said every word very calmly. I was seeing the peace that came with his facial look. The truth was that he doesn't just like me. Because I could tell he was nice but I was only standing in his way. Hence, he had to act cold toward me all the time.

"You will never understand my situation, I promise you. The pain I go through from the bruises is nothing compared to the pain I had gone through in the past. But then, you will never understand my pain until you had stood in my shoes years ago." I said. I was staring at the ceiling while I spoke. "I know self-harm is haram, but it's the only remedy to my pain so it's like a medicine for me" yeah, I admitted it.

"Whatever you had gone through was In the past, learn to stick to the future DK. It's the only way you can ever move on" He said. I didn't utter another word as I watched the last drip enter my body. I immediately tore the bandage off my hand and removed the needle. I stood up from the bed where I lay. He was only staring at me in amusement.

"Thank you for helping me today your Highness. May Allah blesses you" I said to him. He smiled and said "Hmm, I didn't do it because I wanted to help you. I didn't want you to die in my part of the palace. Consider it a favor I did for myself and not for you" He said.

"Whatsoever you might say, you still saved me from pain. Thank you once again"
I said to him before walking out of the door. I was trying my best to control my tears in there, he was right. The only way I could stop all this was to forget the past and live In the future. But for me to do so, I must bring the culprits that put me in this situation to justice. The time is over now and their days are numbered because I LAILAH DAWUD KHALID will bring them to justice.