What A Beautiful Face She Has

Accident

Stella's POV:

I was heartbroken when he told me to die. Am I that worthless?

Anyway, he's right. I have never been loved by anyone in the right way.

I should have done this when Juno and Daisy killed me mentally. I had remained too strong all these days.

Not anymore.

I was sitting there on the couch, thinking whether to end my life or to leave this guy.

But he isn't ready to divorce me. What am I supposed to do now?

I got zoned out thinking about it. Later, when I came back to my senses, I went to my room and grabbed those anxiety pills.

I thought of ending my life. No one loves me, and I don't deserve to be a part of this world.

I took a handful of pills and held a glass of water in the other hand.

Before I could swallow those tablets, something interrupted me.

It was my phone.

It was from an unknown number.

I picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Stella?"

"Yes."

"Ma'am, please come to RK Hospital."

"Why?"

"Ma'am, the person from whom we are contacting you has met with an accident. He is in a serious condition," she informed me.

"What? How?"

"Ma'am, please come to the hospital. We'll explain it."

"What happened to him?" I quickly grabbed my bag and took an auto.

I was praying for his safety. Finally, I reached the hospital and enquired about him.

They guided me to the ward where he was admitted.

"Sister, please tell me what happened to him. Is he alright?" I asked.

"Ma'am, calm down. He met with a car accident and has been injured severely. He's being treated by our doctors. The doctor will let you know the other details. Please sign these papers."

I signed the papers and they started his treatment.

I was sitting outside the ward, waiting for the doctor to come out of the operation theatre.

I was crying uncontrollably. It’s all because of me.

He quarreled with me and left home only to meet with an accident. I bring disgrace to everyone, and luck doesn't seem to be on the side of the people I love. I'm surely a saniyan (cursed person), as Daisy said.

I wiped my tears. I was praying for him.

"God, please ivara kapathunga, naan ivara vitutu poiduren but please ivara matum kapthunga."

(God, please save him. I'll leave him, but please save just him.)

After what felt like hours, the doctor came out of the operation theatre.

"Who are you?"

"I'm his wife. Is he alright, doctor?" I asked.

"Ok. He is out of danger, but there is something more shocking for you to know. He has a severe brain injury," he said.

"What? Will he be alright?" I asked.

"Retrograde amnesia? What does that mean, doctor?", I asked.

"It means that he has forgotten the events which happened before the accident. We are yet to know how many years of memories he has forgotten," he said.