"Iyad, I'm not feeling well. I...I..." Her voice trailed off as she placed her hand over her mouth, a clear indication of her unease.
As she uttered the words, her voice was strained, her hand instinctively moving to cover her mouth.
Iyad could sense the distress in her, a feeling of unease that seemed to have taken hold of her.
He just didn't know that her past trauma was resurfacing, causing her to feel this way in the presence of meat.
It was a delicate situation, one that required patience and understanding. He didn't want to exacerbate her distress, but he also knew that he couldn't simply ignore it.
So, he waited, giving her the space she needed to calm herself.
As he observed her, he noticed that her expression had changed, as if a distant memory had suddenly flooded her mind.
As she pushed her plate away, a sudden feeling of nausea overwhelmed her. Without even glancing back at the abandoned dish, she uttered the words, "ugh ... I need to go to the restroom."
Her face was contorted in discomfort as she tried to rise from her chair, but she stumbled slightly, her balance faltering.
Iyad, who had been observing her closely, quickly rose from his own seat, concern etched on his features.
He knew that something was wrong, and as he approached her, he gently took her arm in his, supporting her as she struggled to stand.
As they made their way towards the restroom, Iyad could feel her body trembling, and he knew that she was on the verge of being sick.
He moved faster, his footsteps quickening as he led her to the nearest restroom.
As Kamilia rushed to the women's restroom, Iyad followed closely behind her, concerned for her well-being.
When he entered the restroom, he realized his mistake and hesitated for a moment, not wanting to invade Kamilia's privacy.
But when he heard her retching, he put aside his discomfort and went to her aid.
Once inside, he helped her to steady herself, his hand lightly resting on her back .
He could see the beads of sweat on her forehead, the strain in her eyes, and he knew that she was in pain.
Kamilya's face flushed with embarrassment as she retched into the toilet .
"I'm so sorry," she muttered between heaves.
Iyad knelt beside her, holding her hair back and rubbing her back soothingly. "Don't be sorry," he said gently.
She couldn't believe this was happening, especially in front of Iyad. She felt humiliated and wished she could disappear.
Iyad, however, showed no sign of disgust or discomfort. He simply held her hair back and rubbed her back gently, offering her comfort and support.
As she finished vomiting, Kamilia felt weak and shaky. Iyad helped her to the sink and handed her a wet towel to clean her face. She looked at him, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Iyad," Kamilia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is so embarrassing"
As she splashed cold water on her face, Iyad stood by her side, his gaze fixed on her, his heart aching with concern.
He knew that he needed to do something to help her, to ease her discomfort and make her feel better.
Iyad spoke softly and with care, his voice a soothing balm to her troubled mind. "It's okay," he said, his hand gently rubbing her back. "Just take a deep breath and try to relax. "
It was not what she expected from him, but then she was in a terrible state, therefore she just kept being silent next to him.
Iyad continued to speak in hushed tones, offering words of comfort and support. "You're not alone in this. I'm here with you
and I won't leave your side until you're feeling better. Just let me know what you need, and I'll do everything in my power to make it happen."
As Kamilia leaned over the sink, her breathing beginning to steady, Iyad continued to offer words of encouragement. "You're doing great," he said. "Just take it one step at a time."
And as the nausea began to subside and the color returned to her cheeks, Iyad gazed at her.
"See," he said. "You're feeling better already. Now let's get you back to our table and you can rest for a bit."
"Iyad, I want to leave this place," Kamilia said, her voice trembling slightly.
Iyad looked at her, concern etched on his face. "Is everything okay, Kamilia?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Kamilia took a deep breath and looked into Iyad's eyes. She knew she could trust him and confide in him.
"I just feel really sick right now," she admitted. "I need to get out of here and clear my head."
Iyad nodded in understanding. "Of course, Kamilia," he said, offering her his arm. "Let's go outside and get some fresh air."
Kamilia hated the fact that she had ruined their dinner, and she walked slowly with her heels clicking on the pavement.
She felt guilty and embarrassed, and her mind was racing with thoughts of how she could have prevented the incident.
As they walked, Kamilia's emotions overtook her, and she started to cry. "I'm sorry, Iyad," she said between sobs. "I didn't even let you take a bite of your food."
"Why did you have that reaction?" Iyad asked .
Kamilia wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "It's nothing, Iyad," she said, her voice still shaky. "Just forget it."
But Iyad could see that Kamilia was still upset, and he wasn't willing to let the matter go so easily. "Kamilia, say it "
Iyad could see that Kamilia was still holding back, and he couldn't let it go. He leaned forward, his eyes intense as he spoke.
"Kamilia, I'm ordering you to speak," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Tell me why you had that reaction."
Kamilia looked up at Iyad, her eyes widening in surprise at his commanding tone.
But she could also see the concern in his gaze, and knew that he only wanted to understand what she was going through.
Taking a deep breath, she began to speak. "It's just... every time I see meat, I think of your surgery," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And it brings back all those memories - the fear, the pain, the uncertainty."
Kamilia added .:"I just... I don't want to be reminded of that time," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to move on, and be happy, and not have to think about all the pain and trauma we went through."