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the OS made me emotional..

hello i have read all your drabble / OS its superb n its a req can yu write more on asya with kids as i lov those OS 😳

Simi, wud u pm me When u update next? 😳

Originally posted by: Aazeen02

Simi, wud u pm me When u update next? 😳

Hi guys! Guess who is here! ME!!! I know I have been sporadic, but Life happens! But I decided that I absolutely will update today and TA-DA!

Request by -Pyaar-

Prompt: "Zoya and Asad break up due to Asad wanting to pursue his job in the medical field. 3 years late, Zoya gets into a car accident due to Asad while he was driving to the hospital for work. Asad is operating on her and realizes it's the Zoya he once loved"

I sort of tweaked the accident bit!

Not proof-read.

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Asad's POV

"Dr Khan to ER, calling Dr Khan to ER."

Really?

I just left ER what seemed like were two minutes ago. It appeared yet again there will be no lunch break for Dr Khan. I sighed as I tipped the contents of the cup into the sink and tossed the cardboard cup into the bin and made my way swiftly back to see what calamity was waiting me. As I rounded the station, I could see a rush and hustle bustle. Clearly something big had happened.

Dr. Brandon made his way to him, "Dr. Khan, good you are here. A multiple on the highway. Paramedics are on their way. Nine injured. Prepare the OTs."

I nodded at him and rushed to prep everything and I was just in time with everything when I heard the tell tale signals of the ambulances entering the hospital rang.

***

I was in the middle of wrapping up one of the patients from the accident, when my pager went off. Handing over the patient to the intern in the ER with me, I made my way outside.

"Dr. Khan, young female, room 3, head collision." Dr. Brandon barked at me.

As I rushed my way out and in the process, I bumped into one of the nurses. I steadied myself and the nurse as well. I was about to apologize to her, but she beat me to speaking.

"That was some collision!" I heard the fake giggly voice I despised so much, "Dr. Khan, where in the world do you find time to work out? You are always so busy working here!" The most annoying of my admirers, nurse Tanveer, said in sickly sweet voice, squeezing my arm.

I gave her a small smile and shifted away from her slightly. "I sometimes can't sleep." I said shortly, looking down at the chart in my hands and flipping through it.

"Oh." Tanveer said, her face falling slightly. She was obviously picking up on my cold tone. Finally.

"Dr. Khan, we've got the last ambulance coming in from the accident. Did Dr. Brandon get to you?" One of the nurses said. I nodded at her.

"They're taking her to trauma and you're supposed to meet them outside. They'll be here in about two minutes." I nodded and hurried towards the door, knowing this would be the most interesting and exhilarating part of my night.

Sure enough, by the time I got outside, the ambulance was pulling up, its lights flashing brightly.

I stood by as they started to upload the patient.

"26 year old female with a possible broken neck and a head wound. We can't stop the bleeding from her head until we determine if her neck is broken. No internal bleeding or other severe injuries." The EMC informed me as the patient was being quickly wheeled into the building. As we turned the corner towards Trauma Room 3, I caught a glimpse of the woman's face and I swear my heart almost stopped beating.

It was a face I hadn't seen in years and yearned to; the face of the woman that I had vowed myself to love and cherish, forever; the face that was the cause of many of my sleepless nights over the past years was right in front of me.

It was Zoya. With blood smeared across her face and matted in her beautiful black hair. Bruises covered the left side of her face and I saw a laceration across her shoulder that must have been caused by her seatbelt. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted slightly. If not for all the gore, she could have been sleeping judging by the serene expression on her face. As we got her situated in the Trauma Room, I felt numb. But I wanted to be the one to take care of her. I didn't care about the consequences of treating someone I was so close to- I had to make sure Zoya was properly cared for. I had to make sure she was okay.

First, I had to make sure her neck wasn't broken. Carefully, I checked and actually breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Her neck isn't broken." I said and efficiently moved around to gather my supplies. Cleaning off her wound, I steadily stitched it up and wrapped it. I noticed that blood was still staining my hands. Tendering checking her, I found a cut on the side of her neck.

"Give me some gauze- we need to stop the bleeding on her head wound before she bleeds out." I said roughly, grabbing the bandages myself and quickly wrapping the wound, stopping the blood flow. My voice was almost robotic as I barked out orders. One of the interns gave me a quizzed look as I checked her pulse and heart rate, and then wiped the sweat off my brow.

"She's going to be fine. When the bleeding stops we can move her to the ICU for recovery for a day or two."

Then I had to leave the room. I couldn't look at Zoya, bloody and bruised, for much longer without completely losing it. Because I couldn't lose her. I had lost her once and I was not about to do that again.

*flashback*

I looked at the paper in my hand and wondered what this would mean for our future. I turned my head towards Zoya who was looking at me with wide and excited expression.

"So, what does it say?" she prompted me as I sat there. "Asaddd! Why do you always have to prolong such nerve wrecking moments?" she glared and snatched the paper from my hands.

After skimming through the letter, her eyes widened and she let out a loud squeal as she jumped in my arms, squeezing me tight.

"I knew you'd get it! Asad, this is so fantastic. You are going to do your residency in your top choice of hospital under Dr. Gillies! I am so happy for you!" she looked at me and I could tell that she really truly was happy. But her expression soon turned into a frown.

"Why aren't you happy about it? You have always wanted to work and learn under Dr. Gillies guidance. He is the best!"

I sighed and I wrapped my arms around her. "I know that, Zoya and trust me I am very happy that I have gotten this opportunity but it's in Seattle, Zoya - the other side of the country. You are going to stay in New York and with me in Washington, how are we going to even make this work?"

The smile slipped off of Zoya's face but she said in determined voice, "It's you and me, Asad. We are going to make it work. Remember how everyone had said that you going off to college while I was still in high school were going to break us? But it did not. We will get through this. I love you!"

Asad leaned his head against hers and pecked her lips, "I love you too."

Zoya clapped her hands as she got off the couch. Taking hold of his hand, she dragged him, "Come on! We have to celebrate!"

*end of flashback*

We had tried to make it work. Phone calls, skype, flying over the weekends to see each other - we had tried everything.

However, there was a difference between thinking about what will happen and what actually happens. With working over sixty hours every week, and being on call for most nights, I barely had time to eat and sleep. Our calls and chats dwindled and weekends together lessened.

I would try my best to clear off at least one weekend for Zoya, but it would often mean letting other residents taking over critical and complex procedures and me lagging behind.

Zoya had called me one day, the weekend she was supposed to fly in, and told me how she did not want me to have to cut back because of her. She had chosen to let me chase my dream.

"I have always loved your dedication towards whatever you decide to do. And knowing that this has been your dream all your life, I cannot be selfish with you. If I choose to cling to you today, I will risk you resenting our relationship and I can't have that. I will always love you Asad and I know how much this will hurt, but you'll see, if were meant to be, we will find each other."

But they hadn't. I had completed his years in Seattle and moved to Chicago to work there. I had visited New York and my family over the years, but Zoya or her mention had never come up. It was like she had vanished from my life.

Until now.

Zoya's POV

When I opened my eyes again, my head was pounding and my face and were sore. I shifted uncomfortably and looked around, trying to take everything in.

I was in a curtained off room, and there was something tightly wrapped around my head. Wincing, I brought my hand up to the side of my head and felt a thick bandage against the side of my head.

What had happened? The last thing I remembered was driving to...oh.

"Zoya." The whisper came from behind the curtain, which suddenly moved to the side. My world froze at that voice. It was him.

Asad stood there, looking even more handsome than I remembered. My memories served no justice to what he really looked like. I said nothing as I drank his sight. He shifted on his feet as I assumed he waited for me to say something. When I didn't, he spoke again.

"You got in a car accident." Asad said, slowly sitting down on the edge of my bed. He looked uncomfortable, but he gently patted my knee. "And they thought your neck was broken...and you had a pretty bad head wound." He explained, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing that his eyes were bloodshot.

"You scared me. You have been knocked out for hours." He whispered, resting his hand on my knee again, and then quickly pulling it back. "What are doing in Chicago?"

"I live here." I told him, "The Company I work for opened a new branch here and they needed some experienced employees to join the new office. I have been living here for the past six months."

"So you finally are the hot-shot fashion wizard you always claimed you were, huh?" he chuckled at me.

I smiled and said, "And you are giving Dr.McDreamy a run for his money, Dr. Khan?"

Asad took my hand in his and very gently stroked my skin. I could tell that he wanted to say something and was struggling with it. I recognized that trait. He was nervous and so I waited.

"Where have you been, Zoya?" He asked me after some moments of silence. I knew what he wanted to know. "I was in New York. After I wrapped it all up in Seattle, I came back."

I looked down at our joined hands and willed myself to speak, "I was in Milan. I can say how it was a great opportunity for me to work there and how I had always wanted to tread through Europe, but the truth is that I was running away. I did not know how to face you, Asad. I had broken up with you. Over phone of all things!" I looked anywhere but at him.

"Hey, Zoya!" he put his finger under my chin, "Look at me, Zoya. You were never a coward, Zoya. Not then, and not now. We were not really happy back then. And you were right; we could have ended up resenting each other. I never held it against you. Yes, it hurt and I always felt an empty space in my life, but I never held it against you. And always loved you."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, "And now?" I whispered.

Asad smiled at me and leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against mine. My hands immediately went to his hair, my fingers pulling gently.

He pulled back but kept his lips hovering over mine, "There was never anyone else, Zoya. And ever will be for me. You?" he asked.

Pressing our lips together, I murmured, "You and me, forever, remember?"

He brought his hands to gently rest on my hips just as our kiss deepened and I groaned quietly, so happy to be kissing him again.

"Um...excuse me." We broke apart suddenly, interrupted by a female voice. A nurse stood several feet away from us, peeking through the curtain. Her cheeks were bright red and her eyes with narrowed as she looked at us, still clinging to each other. "Dr. Khan, I have fresh bandages for Miss Farooqui." She said, holding up the white cloth in her hands.

Asad reluctantly moved away from me, not before placing another kiss on my lips.

"Thanks, Tanveer. That's all I needed." He said, taking the bandages from her and walked quickly back to my side. The nurse, Tanveer, looked put-off for a moment, and then she turned on her heel and walked away.

That's right- he's mine. Finally, he can be mine again.

-end-

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Cheers,

Simi

thank you for the pm, I really enjoyed reading that 😳

Res..

that was really cute one!

aawwnnn...! That was sooo perfect...! It was totallly cutee...! Loved it...! Hayyee...! Soo romantic...!

Os #22 is amazing...👍🏼

Tanveer get her peace of mind...😆

Thanks for pm...😊