My Great Bollywood Romance [Completed]

Chapter 29: Hate Sunflowers

Chapter 29: Hate Sunflowers

I vaguely remembered strange whimpering sounds along with an echo of a hammer hitting against a hollow object. Darkness held me in its arms like a protective mother.

Speaking of mother, where was mine?

I tried to call out "ma" but I couldn't. I tried to move my muscles but I couldn't. Was I dead? Coma? Every single part of my body ached as if I had broken all of my bones. My head felt as if someone had done voodoo and stuck all of my needles in my head. Jash was right.

"Jash," I attempted to speak but no organ cooperated with me.

I tried again and again to call out my mother and Jash before I fell asleep again.

• • •

"Fiza, baby, please wake up," I heard a voice sobbing next to my ear.

"M—Ma."

Finally! The word escaped out of my mouth.

"Ma'am, we'll have to ask you to leave," someone said as I slowly opened my eyes. My whole body ached. "We need her statement before you can talk to her."

I saw someone wearing green scrubs usher my mother out of the hospital room. Another smiling woman wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around her neck stood by my side. She had a clipboard in her hands.

"Hello," she said with a positive smile. "I'm Dr. Cooper. How are you feeling?"

I slowly rose up with the help of the nurse in scrubs.

"Alive," I told her.

She smiled. "Alive and blessed."

She launched into her questionnaire about my basic information. She also asked me the last time I had eaten and I told her I couldn't remember. I didn't have much of an appetite lately. After that, she asked me how I had ended up with the nasty bruise on my cheek.

As Jash had told me earlier, I told Dr. Cooper I was attacked on my recent trip to India. She looked horrified at first but then I told her I scared the goons away with their own weapon, she gave me an impressed look.

"You're a fighter, my dear," said the doctor who was in her late fifties. "Here's what happened in the last three days."

"I've been here for three days?!"

She nodded solemnly. "We found you have a brain hemorrhage in a CT scan, which means a little bit of blood from your head injury slipped inside your brain."

I wanted to cry.

"Don't worry," she said. "It's not severe. I'm going to prescribe you medication which will take care of it. It helps you're young, you don't drink, and you're healthy."

Her words relieved me. "The brain bleeding made me pass out?" I asked.

"Brain bleeding plus you were dehydrated and starved," she explained. "Not the greatest combination but thank god, you came here before the bleeding worsened. We don't have to do any surgeries though I'll need you back for follow ups for the next few months."

"Thank you," I told her.

I took deep breaths.

"Do you want to see your family?" she asked. "Your mother and your boyfriend have been worried."

I didn't know whether I wanted to face them yet.

"Can I see my dad first?" I asked cautiously.

She didn't show her surprise and simply nodded.