Cricket One Shots- BL

Someone Please Call my Boyfriend ft Rishabh Pant

Rishabh POV

Extreme pain was the only feeling I had now. The moment the car hit the divider, I knew I had fucked up- I shouldn't have driven home so late at night, that too when I was already half asleep. "But you were only trying to surprise Mummy on her birthday" my mind supplies. Haan ekdum shocking surprise ho gaya ye toh. Thanks to my stupidity, my mom has her worst nightmare come true on her birthday. I can hear her crying somewhere, telling me that I need to wake up and that I am going to be all better soon. I am sure the rest of my family is right here, waiting for me to wake up. I can already imagine my sister's judgemental looks saying "oh you absolute moron".

Rohit bhai and Virat bhai need to stop arguing on the phone at least now, "Vi, I am telling you, Rishabh theek hai. Tujhe aane ki zaroorat nahi hai" "Nahi tu video dikha uski" "Don't be adamant, Virat. He is on sedation and is not supposed to be disturbed now". Hello... Your shouting is disturbing me enough. My Shrey would have blasted you all out of my room.

But why isn't Shreyas here yet? Doesn't he know I am dying? "No, you are not. You are out of danger as per your doctor", that voice says again. Same difference. I had an accident and my boyfriend is not here to take care of me."Does your boyfriend know that you got into an accident? Remember, he has gone on an off the grid trek with his sister?" That was so many days back. "Nope, that was yesterday. Contrary to what you believe, you have been in the hospital only for a few hours now".

But wouldn't the whole world have known now? Wouldn't somebody have informed him? "a. He is offgrid, and b. You haven't told anyone that you are dating your supposed arch rival. Then why would someone tell him on an emergency level". You are my inner voice. Why are you talking like Shreyas? When I whine I need to whine- you aren't supposed to counter it with logic. "Ya, now blame me. Why don't you try calling him out loud? Maybe someone will take a cue and rush him here?"

It took a lot of effort but I managed to somehow call out his name, only to realize that despite all that effort, only a feeble "rey" was coming out of my mouth. The tubes fitted didn't help my cause either. I didn't know when I started crying, but I could hear Mummy calling for the doctor frantically, under the assumption that I was crying of pain. Can somebody please ask me what I want? I don't want more pain killers. My pain relief is miles away, unaware that I am in pain. Somebody please get me my Shrey, please get me my boyfriend.

The next time I woke up I could feel lesser wires and equipments around me. The sedation had worn off enough for me to open my eyes. It was dark but I could see Mummy sleeping on the chair near me. "Sorry Mummy" I told her. She woke up right away and asked me if I was ok and if I needed anything. I couldn't tell my mother that I wanted to see Shreyas. So I told her to just call Surya bhau- he is in Mumbai and seemed to be the best chance at getting the message delivered to my trekker boy.

I expected bhau to blast me for disturbing him at this godforsaken hour. But given my condition, he was ready to listen to me. Revealing that you are bisexual and dating your "not so friendly" teammate is not a conversation that is advisable at 2 am from a hospital bed. Kudos to Devisha bhabhi for helping bhau recover from the shock on time and getting him to act on my request.

It was evening the next day and I still had not heard from Shreyas. On top of worrying about my recovery, I was scared that my boyfriend had got lost in the woods. They were talking about airlifting me to Delhi. I wanted Shreyas to have a say in this decision. Although not official, he was my better half and I needed him to be a part of whatever was being discussed about my medical situation.

It was late at night that I finally got an update from Mumbai that Shreyas had been traced and was told about my accident. He would need a few hours to reach within network coverage area and so I had to wait a bit longer to hear his voice. The call finally came at 11 am the next day. I could hear him sniffling and struggling to keep his emotions in control. "Do din akela chod diya toh tu hospital bed pahunch gaya. You should have told me that you didn't want me to go away, main Dehradoon hi aa jata tere sath", he tried to joke. "Chidao mat yaar Shrey. Your boyfriend is dying aur aapko mazaak lag raha hai", I replied back. That was when I realised that my oh so macho Iyer boy was such a sweet soul. He started crying asking why I was talking about dying when Surya bhau had informed him that I was out of danger now. He was on his way to the airport to reach Dehradoon, but I told him to stay put as it was almost finalised that I will be flown to Delhi next day. Except for the few minutes that the doctor came to talk to me, Shrey was on phone with me the whole day to make sure that I was not feeling alone.

I don't remember much of the journey as I was again put under sedation to avoid any discomfort during the travel. I woke up to see Shrey holding my hands in both of his. From his face I understood that he had been crying a lot. "Shrey, I am ok. Please don't cry" I said. "Remember when we broke up last time, you had told me you would die without me. How do you think I will survive if something happens to you?", he asked. I didn't have an answer to him. All I could do was promise him not to take such rash decisions in my life ever again.

I was still in a lot of pain but everything was much more bearable with Shreyas by my side. He never even winced each time I bore down on his arms when the pain became too much. His soft side was a welcome addition to the repertoire of qualites that I admired about him. My family seemed to have adjusted to the fact that he was here to stay. No questions were asked. It was just agreed that Shrey would have the final say in my medical decisions.

Days turned into weeks and it became evident that my recovery would be a long and painful one. Sooner than later Shreyas would have to get back to practicing if he hopes to play in the next series."Beta Shrey, aap chahiye toh ghar chale jao. Itne din se aap ki bhi practice, gym sessions wagera bandh padi hai. I am sure Rishu bhi yahi chahega", Mummy said. But her future damaad had already arranged with Gauti bhai for permission to practice at the DDCA facilities. It was going to be hectic with him travelling each morning and evening and coming back to the hospital to spend the night taking care of me. But he just wouldn't budge- he was staying.

After a whole month, I was finally getting discharged. I was going back home and for some reason I was not happy.We had been cocooned in the privacy of the hospital for so long, that I forgot that the rest of the world may not accept our relationship as easily as my family did. The board had even subtly indicated that we should keep a lid on it for some time to prevent a PR nightmare. Shrey was ready to tell them "bhaad me jao", but a chat with Rohit bhai helped him to find reason. Nobody was ready for a famous gay cricket couple, not yet. Both of our careers would end abruptly if we came out like that. We needed to lay low and wait for people to be more understanding of the idea. It would take months, maybe years, maybe even lifetimes and we were ready to wait. But for now, I was going home and he was going back to Mumbai. We weren't sure when we would meet next- he would be traveling with the team and I would be home. But I promised him to keep pushing myself to regain my fitness and get back into the team. He, in turn, promised to talk to me every single day; even if he is tired to the bones- because more than the medicines or physiotherapy, I would always need my boyfriend to help in my recovery.