Shadow of redemption

Aaravi's daily routine in hospital

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Two months had flown by, and life for the Kapoor family had settled into a comfortable routine. Aaravi continued to juggle her responsibilities between Hope Hospital, her NGO, and spending time with her family. Despite her busy schedule, the warmth and love within the family had only grown stronger, and their days were filled with light banter, shared meals, and genuine concern for each other’s well-being.

  One such morning , Aaravi and Aryan were driving to Hope Hospital. Aaravi, sitting in the passenger seat, was happily munching on a chocolate bar she had sneakily taken from the freezer. Aryan, noticing her indulgence, shot her a disapproving glance.

“Are you eating chocolate first thing in the morning?” Aryan asked, shaking his head. “You know what Dad says about your diet.”

Aaravi grinned mischievously, her eyes twinkling. “It’s not every day I get to enjoy a treat without Dad’s supervision.”

Aryan sighed, but his concern deepened. “Are you sure your sugar levels didn’t drop again? You always reach for chocolate when that happens.”

Aaravi shook her head. “I’m fine, Aryan. I just felt like eating chocolate today. No sugar issues, I promise.”

Aryan wasn’t convinced. “You always say you’re fine, but you have a habit of skipping meals and then feeling dizzy. When was the last time you ate properly?”

“I had dinner last night,” Aaravi replied innocently.

“Last night?” Aryan's voice was stern. “It’s morning now. You need to eat regularly, Aaravi. What if you faint during surgery?”

Aaravi sighed, leaning back in her seat. “I won’t faint. I promise I’ll eat lunch on time today.”

Aryan gave her a skeptical look. “You’d better. And since Dad’s not around today, it’s my job to make sure you do. If I hear you’ve skipped a meal, I’ll come to the hospital and force-feed you myself.”

Aaravi giggled. “You sound more like a worried dad than a brother.”

“Well, someone has to be the responsible one,” Aryan said, trying to sound tough but betraying a smile.

When they arrived at  Hope Hospital, Aaravi waved Aryan off with a promise to call him if she needed anything. Aryan, always protective, reminded her once again to take care of herself before driving away.

Inside the hospital,  Aaravi   was greeted warmly by the staff. They adored her not only for her exceptional skills as a doctor but also for her kindness and humility. Aaravi’s connection with the hospital staff and patients was evident in every interaction, from the way she addressed everyone by their names to her genuine interest in their well-being.

“Dr. Aaravi! Good morning!” one of the nurses called out.

“Good morning, Meera,” Aaravi replied with a smile. “How’s Mr. Roy doing today? Is he ready for his physiotherapy session?”

Meera nodded. “He’s waiting for you, ma’am. He says your smile is better than any medicine.”

Aaravi laughed softly. “Let’s hope he continues to improve.”

As the day progressed, Aaravi moved from one patient to another, offering words of encouragement, a comforting touch, and medical care that was second to none.

 Around noon, Meera rushed into Aaravi’s office, her face pale with worry.

“Dr. Aaravi, there’s an emergency in Ward 7. Mr. Singh, the mentally ill patient, got agitated while taking his medication and injured one of the nurses.”

Aaravi immediately stood up. “Is the nurse alright?”

“They’ve taken her to the emergency room. It’s not serious, but we need someone to calm Mr. Singh down. He’s refusing medication and becoming increasingly aggressive.”

Aaravi grabbed her medical kit and followed Meera to Ward 7. When she arrived, she saw Mr. Singh pacing around the room, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. The tension in the air was palpable, and the hospital staff were hesitant to approach him.

“Everyone, stay back,” Aaravi instructed calmly. “I’ll handle this.”

Mr. Singh, a man in his late fifties, had a history of   schizoaffective disorder  , a condition where patients experience symptoms of both schizophrenia and mood disorders. Today, he was experiencing a severe episode of   paranoia and delusions, making him resistant to treatment.

Aaravi took a slow, steady breath and approached him cautiously. “Mr. Singh, it’s me, Dr. Aaravi. You’re safe here. No one is going to hurt you.”

He stared at her, his eyes darting around the room. “They’re watching me… they want to take me away…”

Aaravi nodded empathetically. “I understand that you’re scared. But I’m here with you, and I won’t let anything happen to you. You’ve taken your medicine before, remember? It helped calm you down. Let’s do that again, okay?”

As she spoke, she gently reached out to him, trying to gain his trust. But in his panicked state, Mr. Singh lashed out, striking her arm. Aaravi winced as a sharp pain shot through her wrist, it has cut deeply blood oozing out but she remained focused on him, refusing to back away.

Without showing any signs of distress, she signaled to a nurse to prepare a   mild sedative  . “It’s going to be okay, Mr. Singh. Just trust me.”

After a few tense minutes, Mr. Singh finally allowed Aaravi to administer the sedative. His agitation slowly subsided, and his breathing became more even. Aaravi continued to speak to him softly until he was fully calm.

“Good job, Mr. Singh. Now get some rest,” she said gently before turning to the staff. “Monitor him closely for the next few hours and adjust his medication schedule. We’ll need to re-evaluate his treatment plan.”

It was only after the situation was under control that Aaravi glanced down at her wrist, noticing the bruising and swelling.

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