Bonded by love

Chapter 5

Vivan pov

Two weeks had passed since I last saw Karan and Gowen. I was busy with my rounds when I saw them again, this time in the hospital. Gowen looked a little grown up, but still as cute as ever. I couldn't help but smile as I watched them from afar.

But my smile faltered as I wondered why they were in the hospital. Was Gowen sick again? I felt a pang of concern, but before I could approach them, my senior doctor called me over.

"Vivan, I need you to assist in the kids' section," he said, his voice firm.

I raised an eyebrow. "But sir, I'm a doctor, not a babysitter."

My senior doctor chuckled. "I know, Vivan. But this is a special case. Gowen is a very afraid kid. He gets frightened easily and has continuous nightmares. He cries suddenly, without any reason."

My heart went out to the little boy. I couldn't imagine what he was going through. I felt a surge of pity and concern, and I knew I had to help.

I made my way to the kids' section, my mind racing with thoughts of Gowen. When I saw him, he was clinging to Karan, his eyes wide with fear.

"Hi, Gowen," I said softly, trying to reassure him.

But he just cried, his small body shaking with sobs. I felt a pang of hurt, seeing him like this.

Karan looked up at me, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Vivan. I don't know what to do. He's been like this for weeks."

I nodded, trying to comfort him. "Don't worry, Karan. We'll do everything we can to help him."

As I examined Gowen, I realized that he was indeed a very afraid kid. He flinched at every sound, every movement. I felt a surge of anger towards whoever had caused him so much pain.

But as I looked at Karan, I knew that he was not the one responsible. He was trying his best to take care of Gowen, to comfort him.

I spent the next few hours with Gowen, trying to calm him down, trying to reassure him that everything would be okay. But it was clear that he needed more than just medical attention. He needed love, care, and patience.

As I left the hospital that day, I couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness. I knew that Gowen's journey to recovery would be long and difficult. But I was determined to help him, to be there for him every step of the way.

As I left the hospital, I couldn't stop thinking about Gowen. His tiny body, his big brown eyes, his constant fear. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I couldn't do more to help him.

But then I remembered Karan's words, "He's been like this for weeks." Weeks? How could a child suffer for so long?

I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just stand by and watch Gowen suffer. I decided to talk to my senior doctor, to see if we could do more to help him.

As I entered my senior doctor's office, I saw him sitting at his desk, looking tired. "Sir, I need to talk to you about Gowen," I said, my voice firm.

He looked up at me, his eyes questioning. "What about him, Vivan?"

"I think we need to do more to help him," I said, my voice filled with conviction. "He's been suffering for weeks, sir. We can't just stand by and watch him like this."

My senior doctor nodded, his expression softening. "I agree, Vivan. But we need to be careful. Gowen's case is complex. We don't know what caused his fear, his nightmares."

I nodded, determination coursing through my veins. "I know, sir. But we have to try. We owe it to him."

My senior doctor smiled, his eyes warm. "I'm proud of you, Vivan. You're a true doctor, always putting your patients first."

I smiled back, feeling a sense of pride. I knew that I had made a difference, that I had taken the first step towards helping Gowen.

As I left my senior doctor's office, I felt a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could help Gowen overcome his fears, his nightmares. Maybe we could give him a chance at a normal life.

I knew that it wouldn't be easy, that it would take time, effort, and patience. But I was willing to try, for Gowen's sake.