The girl who made my life heaven and hell like

Chapter 15

Pia's version:

Chapter 15:

There was not even one place where it did not hurt. My whole body was burning, itching and aching. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t even move. My sensory nerves seemed to be actively fighting with the sedatives. I could hear the beep from the machines in the ED room and someone opened the door to the room, from outside. Whomsoever it was, I wished they would take me to the painless world of my Varun's arms. Varun --  I did not even know if he knew I was here. I hated to make him wait.

Suddenly I felt someone touching my feet. It should be the nurse or the person who entered the room. And then, there was a tear drops felt on my feet. I knew it couldn’t have been the nurse. Nurses never cried for you, nor did they plant soft kiss on your feet. I knew the feel of those lips. It belonged to only one person, whom I couldn’t believe was there, beside me. I wanted to wake up and hug him, tell him I was okay, wipe his tears, reciprocate his love. But I lied there like a corpse. Varun's kiss did what the sedatives couldn’t do - my pain burst into fumes and I felt tranquilized. Nothing in the world mattered to me anymore ; Varun came by my side. No one could hurt me, when he was with me. With that thought, I drifted peacefully to sleep; his name was the last my brain registered.

When I woke up after my sedatives lifted, I felt different. I did not know how many hours or days I was unconscious, that when I woke up, I saw Riya beside me. I couldn’t have been happier, when I saw it was Riya who was by my side, when I came around. Riya, my elder sister, got married to the love of her life, Sujit, and settled in Mumbai. She saw me stirring up.

"Hey kiddo, how are you feeling now?", she asked with a motherly love. I did not have quite a familial bonding with my parents. Riya was my everything - my father, mother, sibling, friend. She always pampered me like her first child.

"When did you come? How long have I been lying boring like this?"

She heaved a sigh of relief that I was giving out signals of I-am-fine behavior.

"I caught the next flight to Bangalore from Mumbai when daddy called. It was not even few minutes after I hung up on your call, you got hit!!", she started crying.

"Hey you mommy, stop crying and start treating me like a patient. Patients don't console but get consoled. Please tell me I don’t have crying visitors queued outside. If not, chase them all out, will you?" Target achieved - Riya smiled.

Few minutes of catch-up session with Riya and it was a never ending line of visitors - friends, relatives, colleagues. Clearly, everyone were worried about me. I felt tired when the visitor's time was closing down, but I felt touched by the love of all those people. I couldn’t complain even if I wanted to. Mum and dad were aghast of my accident and they refused to leave my side. I had to force them to take some rest, especially my weak, weaker, weakest mom. After a long persuasion, they agreed to leave, with Riya to stay.

When I was feeling relieved of finally done for the queue of caring hearts, the door opened once again. An unfamiliar face propped in, peering from outside.

"Sorry, am I too late?", he asked.

Riya smiled at him and called him in. Could he be Riya's friend? But, I knew all her friends. I had not met this one. I wished he did not notice my sheepish gaping.

After few minutes of formal exhange of greetings, Riya excused herself out decently, saying she had to call Sujit. I was stuck inside the room with this stranger, who had eyes for nothing but me. The look stirred something inside me, I couldn’t recognize. But, I knew I did not feel comfortable. My head started to ache suddenly.. I made a mental note to blast Riya for doing this to me. I engaged myself politely in a conversation with him, so as not to hurt his courteousness, wondering how many more of such visits I had to handle.