Misha screamed as blood started to gush out of her thigh. Ibraheem quickly got up as he looked at Misha who was in absolute agony. Kamran let go of Zoya in the shock of what just happened and she ran towards Misha while Kamran and Fahad followed quickly. Ibraheem put away the gun as he picked her up bridal style. She needed medical attention. Ibraheem's hands were drenched in her blood which kept dripping everywhere on the road. He quickly walked towards his car but Zoya stopped him midway in a furious rage.

"Let her go! Are you seriously going to continue like this? What more do you want now?!" Zoya yelled as she tried to grab a hold of Misha who was groaning and struggling to stay awake. Ibraheem yanked her out of Zoya's hold as he gave her a death glare that sent a chill down Zoya's spine.

"I AM TAKING HER TO A HOSPITAL DAMMIT! FUCK! DON'T BOTHER ME RIGHT NOW!" Ibraheem yelled back as his guard opened the door for him and he laid Misha down on the back seat. He quickly got into the driver's seat while Zoya got into the back seat with Misha. Kamran took the passenger seat. Kamran didn't trust Ibraheem's mental state and wanted to ask him to drive but looking at his outburst on Zoya, he concluded that even Kamran won't be spared at this moment.

"Clean this mess up, don't leave any evidence. One of you bring her car to the hospital as well." Fahad ordered his guards while Ibraheem reversed with a loud screeching sound and pushed on the race speeding away to the nearest hospital. He didn't want to call an ambulance because that only meant a waste of time and Ibraheem wasn't having it. Not when she had been shot. He wasn't taking chances when Misha was involved. Fahad then walked to his own BMW and started following Ibraheem who was driving at an abnormally fast speed.

"Yeh stress men kahin gaari hi na thok de (I hope he doesn't hit the car somewhere under stress)" Fahad thought out loud as he followed Ibraheem who kept swerving the car left and right. "Just what kind of problem did we get into now?"

Ibraheem was losing it. His head was a mess as toxic thoughts ate him up while he constantly glanced at Misha's unconscious body through the rear view mirror. He knew the anguish she was going through quite well because he had been there himself. Her blood had drenched his hands as if telling him that he is a killer even when he hadn't shot her or ever intended too. He liked her too much to even think of something like that. He never wanted to hurt her despite everything. It's true, he lost to his anger when she had rejected him but only because he didn't want to let her go. More than his pride, he felt like that the delicate shell his feelings had created around him cracked due to the denial. He acknowledged that he had ended up falling for her way too hard which compelled him to do what he did but now, that same love had done this to them. To her.

All he knew right now was he couldn't lose her. Not now, not ever. She was someone who made him feel human again, made him feel so many things, so many emotions but he had gone and fucked that up due to his own impatience and obsession with having her. He never expected that she would try to kill herself because of him, it killed him to know that he had pushed to her to this limit. He would have gladly accepted the bullet if she had aimed the gun at him, if that meant she could forgive him just a little more, accept him just a little more and hate him just a little less. He would take a bullet over and over again until she could come to feel even a fraction of what he felt for her.

His heart hurt as if someone had ripped it out of his chest and crushed it under his foot. He felt so hopeless, so pained, so broken. The moment, he spotted a hospital, he pushed on the brakes as he quickly got out and rounded the car to pick her up again. He noticed that she had lost consciousness now. He carried her bridal style to the emergency ward with Kamran and Zoya following him as he yelled at the staff to tend to her. He laid her down on the bed and called for a doctor who came rushing towards them.

"Do something! Fix her right now!" Ibraheem yelled at the doctor while grabbing his lab coat. The doctor looked mortified but nodded as he started checking her pulse and blood pressure. Ibraheem stood beside her bed as he watched the white bed sheets getting stained with blood.

"What happened to her?" The doctor inquired as part of protocol as he called the nurses to ready a room for further instructions because her condition wasn't looking good. Ibraheem was about to tell him what had really happened but Fahad piped in.

"There was a robbery. Some thieves came and tried to steal from her while she was in the car but when she struggled they shot her and escaped." Fahad explained while giving Ibraheem a warning look to shut up. Fahad had time to think of a suitable story on the way to the hospital because he knew Ibraheem would try to tell the truth in his current panicked state. The doctor nodded and then looked at the odd group standing before him.

"And how are you all related to her?"

"She is her friend, we are just bystanders who happened to be there." Fahad replied with a blank expression as to not give away anything.

"Well, we will have to perform an immediate operation to take out the bullet. Also, she has lost a lot of blood so we need a blood transfusion. What is her blood type?" When Ibraheem, Kamran and Fahad remained silent, Zoya decided to answer.

"A negative." Zoya remembered because her blood type was very rare. Only her father shared the same blood type as her.

"Alright, one of you who is willing and has that blood type need to screen your blood and donate right now and if no one has it, call a family member or friend who does. You need to update me fast on this. I am starting the operation. Fill the forms at the reception." With that the doctor took Misha's moving bed towards the operation theater leaving the four of them behind. Zoya felt the wheels in her head turn.

"Does any of you have her blood type? It's really rare. I am B positive."

"So am I." Kamran replied as he looked as Ibraheem and Fahad.

"I am O positive and Ibraheem is A positive." Fahad answered for both of them knowing what Zoya was going to say next.

"We need to call her father. What do I tell her family? There is no way they will accept the fact that she shot herself because of you." Zoya glared daggers at Ibraheem who was pacing the place in frustration.

"You will tell them that you both got robbed and when the robber tried to snatch her bag from her, she panicked and ended up getting shot in the thigh after which the robbers left." Fahad told Zoya sternly and as much as Zoya wanted to deny it, he had a valid explanation because she knew Misha's family all too well and she was too scared to find out what would happen if her family were to find out the real circumstances.

"You guys need to leave then when they arrive. I can't have her family meeting you guys or interacting at all." Fahad nodded in understanding as he turned to leave but Ibraheem's words stopped him dead in his tracks.

"I am not leaving. Not until I am sure she is alright." Fahad sighed in annoyance while Zoya wanted to rip her hair out.

"Zoya will keep us updated." Fahad tried to convince Ibraheem but he wouldn't budge. "We have already caused her enough trouble, we can't make the situation worse."

"I am not leaving." Ibraheem replied and Fahad sighed in defeat.

"We will leave from here but we will be around okay? Just make the call. Leave him to me." Fahad told Zoya as he dragged Ibraheem away to explain to him how he can stick around but he should avoid going near the operation theater when her family gets here. Ibraheem nodded reluctantly as they moved away from the area.

Zoya gulped as she dialed Misha's mother not knowing how to break the news to her. She picked up on the third ring.

"Asaalam o Alaikum Zoya beeti (daughter)."

"Walaikum Asalam auntie." Zoya felt her voice cracking as she finally accepted the reality of what had happened to her dear best friend who she thought of as a sister.

"What is wrong, dear?" Zoya could feel the concern in her voice and all her courage from before dissipated. She felt the words leave her body and felt at a loss of what to say and how to say it.

"Auntie, there were these thieves....and they tried to rob us....they shot at the car.....and...." Zoya felt her becoming breathless as she remembered what had unfolded only a short while ago.

"What are you saying Zoya? Thieves? Are you alright? Is Misha alright?" Misha's mother was now full-fledged panicking. Humayun had just gotten back from a neighborhood football game while Qasim had just woke up. They both looked at their mother in concern as they noticed she had started to tremble.

"Auntie, Misha got shot.....we are at the national hospital.....she is in the operation theater right now. She lost a lot of blood. We need a blood transfusion. Please come here quickly.....I am.....so scared." Zoya started to cry by now as she sat down on a side chair while holding her head in one hand and holding the cellphone in the other. Her clothes had Misha's blood on them.

Misha's mother felt the phone drop from her hand as the color completely drained from her face and silent tears started to roll down her eyes. Humayun quickly got up and picked the fallen phone that was still on call with Zoya while Qasim rushed to stabilize their mother.

"Ammi, what happened?" Qasim asked his mother as he held onto her since it looked like she was going to faint any minute.

"Misha got shot." She croaked out.