The Missing hope

Chapter Eighteen I'm Sorry

Jisha's POV:
I turned off the faucet and slowly lowered myself into the tub. The water was hot but it was bearable until I lowered my groin into the tub. It burned so much. I couldn't help it, I groaned in pain like a little kid with a scrape on her knee. Tears flowed down my eyes. I knew I had to be strong but I just couldn't help it.

Then the door opened with a slam against the perpendicular wall. I realized I hadn't locked the door.
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General POV:
Roy couldn't hold himself after hearing her cry of pain. What if something had happened while she was inside. Wild thoughts ran through his mind and with thinking any further he opened the door with more force than required as a momentum. It didn't cross his mind even once that it could've been locked.

He saw the blood trail and panicked.

He rushed to Jisha's side. "Are you alright?" He touched her arm and realized it was burning hot. He checked the water, it was the same.

"Ouch. This is too hot. It'll make your wound hurt more. You can't be in here." He began pulling her out.

"No." She resisted. "The hot water will kill the germs and prevent any infections. It's important."

"But I can't see you in so much pain. I'm calling a doctor. We'll get an antibacterial cream or antibiotics for infections but don't torture yourself this way." He pulled her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. She was shivering. He helped her get into a bathroom robe as he called the reception and requested a doctor.

He held her in his arms to keep her warm as he led her back to the bed.
He tucked her in and headed to the fridge.

He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she muttered as she used it to calm the burning sensation.

He bent next to bed and muttered an I'm sorry just a moment before the doctor entered.

He stood aside as the doctor examined her. Jealousy burned within him to see someone else have access to areas he wished only he had access to.

After examination, the doctor informed them that it was a minor scrape on the internal wall due to rough sex, most likely. It would heal enough within 4-5 days if undisturbed. He recommended no walking for 24 hrs minimum, basically bed rest and a lot of fluid intake. He also mentioned a couple more steps and prescribed some medicines. Roy sent a room service attendant on the run.

After being told of the hot water stunt, the doctor explained to them that women in the olden days used it because medication wasn't available widely enough but at this date, medication was effective in similar ways and cheaper, therefore such torturous ways were no longer needed to be used. Plus these make do methods weren't a guarantee. It was uncommon for it to work 100%.

Roy paid the doctor's bill and bid him adieu.

"You alright?" He asked as he returned to bed beside her.

"Yeah..." She was brought out of her thoughts. "I should get going."

She made an attempt to get up but Roy pulled her back to her place.
"No... The doctor has told you not to walk... So stay put.... Call your folks and let them know you'd be out a little longer." He had an authoritative edge to his voice.