It ended up being ten days before my parents came. Those ten days I spent in hospital without them felt like a hundred days.
It was boring and I wasn't sleeping well.
I stared at the clock in my room.
The changing time reassured me I was alive and I saw for the first time in my life that I was waking early.
Every morning I longed for 7 a.m. when the nurses would come.
The nurses and Dr Fiona played games with me.
QEH is not a children's hospital so they brought over a play coordinator with games. One of my favourites was Connect 4.
I usually drew with Dr Fiona but I could beat everyone else.
The nurses and hospital staff felt sorry for me in a far-off land away from my family and were very kind, particularly Yma Choudhury, the jolly director of operations, and Julie Tracy, the head nurse, who would sit and hold my hand.
The only thing I had with me from Pakistan was a beige shawl which Colonel Junaid had given to Dr Fiona as a present for me so they went clothes shopping to buy me things.
They had no idea how conservative I was or what a teenage girl from the Swat Valley would wear.
They went to Next and British Home Stores and came back with bags of T-shirts, pyjamas, socks and even bras.
Yma asked me if I would like shalwar kamiz and I nodded.
'What's your favourite colour?' she asked.
Pink was, of course, my reply.