Your fabricated lie

27 - Treatment

I sat on the bed crossing my legs. "How did you get hurt this badly?" the doctor, who was treating me, asked. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to let my emotions out so I just sat there like a rock staring at the corner of the floor.

"Surely silence can sometimes be the most eloquent reply but the situation you are in right now doesn't require silence but a defending statement".

Most of the hospitals have certain protocols, this one had too and that is the primary reason people refused to treat me and now I am getting treated by some kind human who has nothing to do with treating injuries. As far as I remember, he took the entire responsibility for treating me as I already had lost a lot of blood by then.

He dabbed the cotton a bit too hard and I sucked my teeth expressing my pain. Probably that was the first sound I ever made since I came in here.

"Finally! So, you do know how to react," he said and that is when I understood he deliberately did that. Tears filled my eyes and everything around looked as if I was seeing through a kaleidoscope. He kept talking about some or the other thing as if he didn't notice my tears. I was not sure if he was trying to help me out or just laughing at my position.

There you go! Another psycho.

Honestly, I am not going to pretend like some strong women. Yes, I am hurt and it hurts more than I could ever think. I don't want to fight anymore and I want to give up this fucking unnecessary fight. I have had enough of this shit!

"By the way, you didn't tell me how you got hurt". After a short pause, "See, I do respect your privacy but as doctor of this hospital, I am accountable to the management. Basically… " He talks a lot! "…we don't treat trauma patients because who would like to buy problems!" he said and that called me stupid in every language that existed.

Had I owned at least ten percent of his brain, I would have been happy with my life and cute little family. Me, Vikram, Karthik, Gautham and Rajesh…

Me prioritizing Aditya resulted in everyone's life at stake. At this point I don't even want to be the main character in my own story. I'd rather play a side character - A normal girl living a normal life in a normal way! It is way better.

"I fell in the bathroom," I answered him in spite of knowing this would be my second dumbest thing.

"What do you do?" he asked. He certainly does talk a lot.

"I am a lawyer!"

"Yet you lie?"

I took a quick glance at who this doctor is. A subtle smile escaped from the corner of his lips that made me smile a little "If you don't mind, may I cross the boundary?" he asked. Guess he's desparate to know as to what happened to me. Or maybe he is just curious.

I shook my head. "It's confidential," I spoke.

"Is it a 'do or die' scenario?" his questions came in like a flood.

Shaking my head again, "It's just a 'die' scenario!" I said while having the straightest face ever but my tears rolled down.

"Need help?" he said. Trying to figure out if that concern is true or not is the last thing I would ever want to do.

Smiling a little, like very little, "Just in case I come here with severe wounds tomorrow, make sure I survive," I said getting up from the bed. One thing I am glad about is that I didn't hurt my leg. It would have been worse had that been the case because I hate limping.

While leaving, "My name is Bhargav. Cardiologist," after a short pause, "I am not married yet," he said. I leaned back and peeped over the door. "Thought of letting you know – just in case, if you die tomorrow, I should not carry regrets," he further said.

Had everything been fine, I would have enjoyed this moment but considering my position, that's next to impossible. Still, thinking about it a little, I got treated by a cardiologist. I mean, he could have ignored me and no one would have questioned him.

Humans with humanity do exist!

I stepped out and there was another human sitting out there for me. He quickly reached out and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Just okay," I said and he sighed in relief. He paid all the bills and we are in the car again. Back to the tiring profession again! "What's the plan?" he asked.

"Call Devansh and ask him to come to my place," I shared the plan I wanted us to execute. His face said it all. He was petrified by my plan. "Are you sure?" he asked for confirmation.

I nodded confidently. "For now, let's not tell Rajesh anything as he might get emotional. At this moment, more emotional people, higher will be the burden," I said. Gautham gave me a judgemental look. "Don't worry, I promise I will be a rational human. At least till we complete this case," I assured him.

For the next twenty-four hours, STAY FOCUSED ON THE MISSION! I reminded myself.