Here I was sitting in the doctor's office nervously, the doctor requested to see me in his office.
"Hello ma'am", he greeted me with a small smile while taking off his coat. I nodded my head in acknowledgment and slumped down on my seat.
"The reason I called you here was because of your son's health" my heart spiked at the mention of my son's name.
"What's wrong" my voice croaked, it reflected my feelings.
"Well, thank God. A good Samaritan donated his blood, luckily it matched your son's own" he smiled lightly while I grinned widely in return happily.
Alhamdulillah!, my son is okay.
"When is he getting discharged," I asked excitedly, I couldn't contain the immense joy I was feeling. I'd missed my boy so much.
"He will be discharged soon but we need to carry out some tests because he might be having some internal injuries" he responded while I hummed.
"When will that be," I asked anxiously.