AARNA : HIS FLOW OF LIFE

30 . Untold events ~ 9

Aarna's Pov

" Water " I whispered as if my voice was stuck in my throat . I was thirsty and there was nothing in my vision.

I have been walking since I don't know how long . I can see light in front of me but as mush as I walk the far the light is getting .

Suddenly I heard my parents voice .... I can hear them but I can't see .

" Doctor , when will she become conscious ? " My mother said and I haven't heard her this venerable and desperate.

" I can't tell exactly but she still needs time . " The doctor said and then I heard my mom's sobs and my father consoling her .

I can't understand what is going on .

Where am I ?
What is going on ?
And how long is this going to last ?

" Water " I whispered again . This was the last thing I said before I blacked out .

Smell of plastic , medicine , detergent . An unfamiliar yet familiar odour at the same time . So much light behind my closed eyes . A strong sensation of isolation . A sharp shooting pain in my whole body . My throat dried up . My ears numb and sounds of people speaking , talking and machines beeping .

I tried moving my hand but it felt like to much work . I slowly and steadily moved my pinky finger and the rest one by one .

I heard a loud cry of joy and many footsteps rushing towards me .

With all the energy left in me , I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted with the lights . I slowly moved my head and saw my mother in tears . I tried saying something but my throat was too dry .

" Water " I whispered and cried . A nurse came rushing and make me drink water .

My mother came and hugged me and kissed my crown . The doctor came then .

" How do you feel Aarna ? "

" Pain and isolation . My whole body pains and I can even pick my hand " I said slowly .

" Well , you were in coma for 3 weeks and being still in the same position can make you feel that way . But you are all good now . You can go home in 2 days " The doctor said smiling , did some check ups and went away.

The scent of plastic and antiseptic still lingered in the room, a pungent reminder of where I was. As the nurse walked away, the silence swallowed me, leaving only the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the distant hum of the hallway beyond. I glanced around the sterile room, the walls an indifferent shade of white, the ceiling tiles blurred as my vision struggled to adjust. Everything felt surreal—my body, my thoughts, my surroundings.

Pain surged through me in sharp waves, a brutal contrast to the numbness that had claimed me for weeks. Three weeks in a coma, three weeks trapped in a silent void where nothing existed but faint echoes and fleeting dreams. Yet, waking up didn’t feel like a victory. It felt like being thrown into the deep end of an ocean without knowing how to swim.

“Aarna,” my mother whispered, her voice cracked and trembling. She held my hand as if letting go would mean losing me all over again. Her eyes, bloodshot and swollen, searched my face for something—reassurance, recognition, a sign that I was really back. But I couldn’t meet her gaze. I couldn’t bear to see the hope there, not when I felt hollow inside.

“You’re going to be okay,” she said, her words a mix of certainty and desperation. My father stood a few paces back, his hand resting on her shoulder, his eyes locked on me. He looked older, worn down by the weight of worry. Guilt twisted in my gut. I should have been the one comforting them, not the other way around.