Yours Ryan [Original Edition]

Chapter 12: Patching up ?

Tanya rushed toward the podium where her husband had fallen with a resounding thud. She pushed through the crowd, her heart pounding, and knelt beside him.

"Ryan, get up..." She patted his cheeks, desperately seeking a response.

"Ryan, please get up. Don't do this to me. If you don't respond, I won't talk to you ever again. Ryan, please..." Her voice cracked as she cried and shook his shoulders, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" she shouted, her voice filled with panic, as she hugged him tightly.

"Tanya, please calm down," Clare said, struggling to maintain her composure as she witnessed her best friend's agony.

The audience watched the scene in stunned silence, their eyes wide with shock. Within five minutes, the ambulance arrived. The attendants carefully lifted Ryan's unconscious body and placed it inside the vehicle. Tanya immediately climbed in after him, enclosing Ryan's hand in hers. His assistant joined them, and the door was closed.

"Tanya is Ryan's wife," Clare explained, finally answering the questions on everyone's minds.

**Presbyterian Hospital - Columbia:**

As soon as Ryan Raichand's condition was reported, the best doctors at Presbyterian Hospital were on standby, ready for his arrival. The ambulance reached the hospital within fifteen minutes, and Ryan was rushed to the ICU immediately.

Tanya remained in a state of shock, replaying the day's events in her mind. His speech, the intense stare, and then the collapse – everything flashed before her eyes like a haunting movie.

The sight of his lifeless body on the ground had stopped her heart. She had heard nothing – not the shouts, not the screams – only the silent plea in Ryan's worn-out face. In that moment, she realized what she had been missing these past months: Ryan. Her anger had led her to avoid him like a plague, snapping at him whenever he tried to speak to her. Now, recalling all her actions, she cursed herself.

The ICU door opened, and Tanya rushed toward the doctors.

"Doctor, how is he?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Mrs. Raichand, his condition is critical." Tanya gasped in shock.

"What?"

"After examining him, we found that he hasn't been eating properly for months. Let's hope for the best." Giving her a sympathetic smile, the doctors went back inside.

Tanya sat on the bench, feeling lifeless. Now she understood the true agony of potentially losing a loved one.

"It's all my fault," she whispered, her voice hollow.

"Ryan, please don't leave me. I can't live without you. I will die in guilt," she cried, cupping her face in her hands.

Derik ran toward the hospital as soon as Ryan's assistant informed him. His steps faltered when he saw Tanya's devastated state.

"Tanya."

"Bhai...Ryan," she sobbed, hugging him tightly.

"Shhh...relax, Tanya. Nothing will happen to him."

"But the doctor said he might not make it." Derik froze, unable to process her words. Ryan wasn't just his brother-in-law; he was his best friend.

* Two hours later *

Dr. Christopher, who was in charge of Ryan's case, came out with a smile.

"He's stable now," he announced. Tanya and Derik smiled through their tears.

Christopher and Derik shared a meaningful look before glancing at Tanya, who was thanking all the gods.

"Mrs. Raichand, I need to discuss an important matter with Derik," Christopher said.