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😱 Shayla’s Sudden Stomach Pain Sends Her Collapsing — Iman’s RACE to the Hospital Leaves Everyone Shaken!
🌩️ INT. APARTMENT – EVENING
Shayla:
Ugh… my stomach… something’s wrong. I– I don’t feel good…
Iman:
Shayla? Hey—hey, what’s going on? You were fine ten minutes ago.
Shayla:
I… I don’t know. It’s like someone is twisting my insides. Oh God—
(she suddenly hunches over, gripping the counter)
Iman:
Shayla? Shayla!
(rushes toward her)
Talk to me—what hurts? Did you eat something weird? Did you take your meds?
Shayla (voice shaking):
I can’t—Iman, I can’t even stand—
(her legs buckle and she collapses to the floor)
Iman (panicking):
No, no, no—Shayla!
(kneels beside her)
Stay with me, okay? Look at me. Shayla, look at me!
Shayla (breathing fast):
It’s so sharp… lower stomach… I feel like I’m gonna pass out—
Iman:
Okay—okay, I’m calling an ambulance. Don’t move.
Shayla (weakly grabbing Iman’s wrist):
No… the hospital is five minutes away… just—just drive me. Please.
Iman:
Are you sure? You can barely breathe.
Shayla:
Iman, please. I can’t wait.
Iman:
…All right. I’ve got you.
(lifts her carefully)
We’re going. Stay with me, Shayla. Stay awake.
🚗 INT. CAR – CONTINUOUS
Shayla (moaning softly):
Iman… it’s getting worse. Everything’s spinning.
Iman (speeding, voice trembling):
Just hold on. We’re almost there. I’m not losing you today, you hear me?
Shayla:
I’m scared…
Iman:
I know. But I’m right here. Keep breathing. Look at me—don’t close your eyes.
Shayla (barely conscious):
Iman… if I pass out—
Iman:
You’re not going anywhere. I swear I’ll get you there in time.
🏥 EXT. HOSPITAL – MOMENTS LATER
Iman (shouting as she rushes inside with Shayla):
Somebody help! She collapsed—severe abdominal pain—she can’t stay conscious!
Nurse:
Bring her straight to triage—let’s go!
Shayla (half-whisper):
Don’t… don’t leave me…
Iman:
I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.
🏥 INT. TREATMENT ROOM
Doctor:
Shayla, can you hear me? I need you to answer a few questions.
Shayla (eyes fluttering):
I… I don’t know if I can…
Iman (holding her hand):
You can. Just try.
Doctor:
When did the pain start?
Shayla:
Ten… fifteen minutes ago. Sudden. Sharp.
Doctor:
Any chance you could be pregnant?
Shayla (surprised, weak):
What? No—
(winces in pain)
I mean… I don’t think so…
Iman (looking at her):
Shayla…?
Shayla:
Iman, I don’t know, okay? It just hurts!
Doctor:
All right, let’s run an ultrasound and blood work—this could be an ovarian torsion, appendicitis, or something else that needs attention fast.
Iman (terrified):
Is she in danger?
Doctor:
We’re going to do everything we can. She’s in the right place.
Shayla (weak smile toward Iman):
Thank you… for getting me here…
Iman (voice cracking):
Don’t thank me yet. Just get better, okay? You scared the life out of me.
🌅 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – HOURS LATER
Iman sits in a chair, exhausted, head in her hands. The door opens.
Doctor:
Iman?
Good news. Shayla’s going to be all right.
Iman (standing instantly):
Oh my God—what was it? What happened to her?
Doctor:
A severe ovarian torsion. Her ovary twisted, cutting off blood flow.
It’s extremely painful and can be dangerous, but—
(smiles)
—we caught it just in time. We untwisted it during emergency surgery, and she’s stable.
Iman:
She’s okay?
Doctor:
She’s okay.
Iman exhales, the relief nearly making her knees buckle.
💖 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – MINUTES LATER
Shayla is awake, pale but alive, tubes attached, eyes soft when she sees Iman enter.
Shayla:
Hey…
(weak smile)
You stayed.
Iman (rushing to her side):
Stay? Shayla, I nearly kicked down the operating room door trying to get to you.
Shayla laughs softly—it hurts, but it happens anyway.
Shayla:
It was that bad, huh?
Iman:
You scared me more than anything has ever scared me.
Don’t do that again.
Shayla:
I’ll try not to randomly twist my organs next time.
They both laugh quietly. Then Shayla reaches for her hand.
Shayla:
Thank you for saving my life.
Iman:
You saved your own. I just drove like a maniac.
Shayla squeezes her hand gently.
Shayla:
I’m really glad you were there.
Iman:
I’ll always be there.
Shayla’s eyes well with emotion—but this time, it’s not fear.
🌤️ EXT. HOSPITAL – NEXT MORNING
A new day rises. Iman wheels Shayla outside, wrapped in a blanket, the worst behind them.
Shayla:
Fresh air… finally.
Iman:
And no collapsing this time, okay?
Shayla (smirking):
No promises, but I’ll try.
They share a quiet smile—the kind that says everything’s going to be fine.
Together, they head toward the car, the sun rising behind them.
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