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Shayla’s sudden stomach pain and Iman rushing her to the hospital.😱

[Setting: Late evening. Shayla and Iman are watching a movie on the couch.]

Shayla: (grabbing her stomach suddenly) Ah— ow, ow, ow… Iman… wait…

Iman: (pausing the movie instantly) Shayla? What’s wrong?

Shayla: I… I don’t know, my stomach just— it feels like it’s twisting. Really bad cramps— ugh!

Iman: Okay, okay, breathe, babe. Deep breaths. Where does it hurt exactly?

Shayla: It’s like— right here, low on the right side… it’s sharp… oh my god, it’s getting worse—

Iman: Okay, okay, don’t move too much. Maybe it’s just something you ate? Or gas pains?

Shayla: I don’t think so— it’s not like that, it’s stabbing— Iman, it hurts so bad!

Iman: Alright, we’re not waiting around. I’m taking you to the hospital.

Shayla: No, no, maybe it’ll go away—

Iman: Shayla, you can barely sit up. We’re going. I’m not taking any chances.

Shayla: (groaning) Okay… okay… just help me stand.

Iman: (helping her up gently) Easy, easy. Hold onto me. You’re shaking.

Shayla: I’m trying… ugh— ah, Iman, I can’t straighten up all the way—

Iman: That’s fine, sweetheart. We’ll go slow. I’ve got you.

(They shuffle to the car; Iman helps her into the passenger seat and buckles her in.)

Iman: Alright, we’re heading straight to the ER. You just focus on breathing, okay?

Shayla: I feel nauseous… oh god—

Iman: I’ve got a bag here— here, just in case. You’re doing great.

(They’re driving fast, Iman trying to stay calm but clearly panicking inside.)

Iman: How bad is it now, one to ten?

Shayla: Eleven— it’s like… pulsing… oh god, Iman, something’s really wrong—

Iman: I know, I know. We’re almost there. Just hold on a little longer.

Shayla: I’m scared…

Iman: Hey— look at me. I’m right here. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I’m not leaving you.

(They arrive at the hospital. Iman rushes in to get help, nurses come out with a wheelchair.)

Nurse: What’s going on tonight?

Iman: She’s got sudden, severe stomach pain— right side— it came out of nowhere.

Shayla: It’s so sharp… please, it’s getting worse—

Nurse: We’ll take care of you, sweetheart. Let’s get her inside right now.

(They wheel Shayla into an exam room; Iman follows closely, holding her hand until a nurse stops her at the door.)

Nurse: You can wait right here for a few minutes, sir— we’ll update you soon.

Iman: Please, just tell me she’s gonna be okay—

Nurse: We’ll do everything we can.

(Iman paces outside, anxiously checking his phone, running his hands through his hair. After what feels like forever, a doctor comes out.)

Doctor: Are you here for Shayla?

Iman: Yes— how is she? What’s happening?

Doctor: She’s stable now. We’re running some tests. From what we’ve seen so far, it might be appendicitis, but we’ll confirm with imaging.

Iman: Oh my god… appendicitis? Is that serious?

Doctor: It can be if untreated, but we caught it early. She’s in good hands.

Iman: Can I see her?

Doctor: Yes, just for a minute. She’s still in some pain, but she’s asking for you.

(Iman rushes in. Shayla is lying in the hospital bed, pale but trying to smile.)

Shayla: You… came back fast.

Iman: I never left, babe. You scared the life out of me.

Shayla: I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—

Iman: Don’t even. You did nothing wrong. Just focus on getting better, okay?

Shayla: They said… maybe surgery…

Iman: I know. And if it comes to that, I’ll be right here when you wake up. Always.

Shayla: Promise?

Iman: Promise. (squeezes her hand) You’re my whole world, Shay.

(Shayla exhales slowly, relaxing a little for the first time.)

Shayla: Thank you… for not panicking.

Iman: Oh, trust me— I was panicking on the inside. But you’re worth every second of it.

(They share a quiet moment as the machines beep softly beside them.)

[Hospital room – late night]

Iman: (holding Shayla’s hand) They said it’s a simple surgery. You’ll be fine, okay?

Shayla: (weak smile) I trust you…

(A nurse enters.)
Nurse: Mr. Iman, we’re taking her to the OR now.

Iman: I’ll be right here when you wake up.

(They wheel Shayla away. Iman watches the doors swing shut — then, suddenly, alarms start beeping down the hall. Nurses rush past him, shouting a room number… Shayla’s room number.)

Iman: Wait— what’s happening?! Shayla?!

(The hallway lights flicker. The sound of the heart monitor flatlines for a second— then silence.)

Fade to black.

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