LOSING YOU

Chapter 117- Making Amends

-KABIR-

Something moves against my forehead. Again and again. I blink slowly, getting up from my sleep. I feel a brush against my forehead for the third time. I jolt up due to excitement, my stitches hurt a little due to the jerk.

Happiness fills the void of the past seventeen days as Siya opens her eyes cautiously, her vision adjusting to the light in the room.

"She's... she's in coma. We are trying our best but- I would advise you to not get your hopes up. Her body is not responding to any treatment due to heavy blood loss. Stay strong Mr. Singhania, that's all I can say."

The doctor told this to me ten days ago, which was after a week when I was discharged from the ICU. I haven't left her side since, she hasn't spoken to me since. I was told to get rest but as if I fucking could when Siya was battling between life and death. I did the only thing that I could, I was by her side, holding her hand, praying and sleeping with her warm palm wrapped around mine. I've lost appetite, I don't want to take meds and I sure as hell don't want some jackass with a degree telling me that there are chances that she won't make it. She will.

She has gained consciousness now.

I squeeze her hand, happy tears blurring my vision and I rush out of the room calling for the doctor, the staff rushes in and so do Ava and Gaurav. I smile at her as she takes off her oxygen mask.

She's fucking beautiful.

"How are you feeling now?" The doctor asks her, but her gaze is fixed on me. "Are you okay?" She tries to get up, her weak voice making my heart heavy. I rush to her side and lay her down, the slight throb in my stomach increasing.

"I'm okay. I promise." Her eyes search for my face. I know all this is too much to process all at once. The last thing I want her to do is worry about me. The doctor tells us that she'll be under observation for another two days and then Siya can come home. Bed rest is mandatory. She has got stitches on her head and across her left eyebrow. That's going to leave a very faint scar. The rest is muscle tear, something to do with her ligaments and blood loss. Siya will be okay. She has to be.

"Okay." She whispers her voice rusty due to speaking after almost three weeks. I kiss her forehead and put her mask back on. She drifts off to sleep. I lay back when something stings my stomach, I watch my black shirt dampen. Oh shit.

I get up and rush to a nurse nearby. "Excuse me?" She turns. Oh god. She is the one who repeatedly told me to rest and I wouldn't goddamn listen. "Yes, Mr. Singhania?" She smiles at me. She remembers your name. Fuck you.

"I... I kind of opened up a stitch I guess." I foolishly whisper, embarrassed for some unknown reason. She look at my blood covered hand. "Go and lie down in that room. I'll call the doctor." Her voice screeches my eardrums as I rush to the said room and lie down.

I am all manly and shit... but I hate stitches. They fucking hurt.

The doctor walks in and gives me a disapproving look. "I told you the stitches needed time and the last thing you had to do was sit up straight for days beside someone's bed. He takes a good look at the wound that's bleeding like Niagara fucking falls. "She gained consciousness." I smile as the needle pierces my flesh. He smiles back at me. "I'm happy for you." He doesn't look up. "But now I need you to stay on this bed. If this keeps happening, you might get the stitch infected." His words remind me of Tanvi. I nod. "Right."

I spend the rest of the day watching Ava and Gaurav rushing from this room to that and updating me about Siya.

"Her platelets have increased."