Hari settled down in one of the tables on the far end. For the moment, he was the only person in the hospital's over expensive cafeteria and he was thankful for that.
Some visitors had the annoying habit of striking up conversations with strangers. And, Hari wasn't really the assertive type. So, each time some random person started chatting him up, asking questions that were way too personal, he found himself lying because he lacked the knack of evading their questions.
He downed his stingy cup of bitter, over sweet coffee and scrolled through his Facebook newsfeed. Few seconds later, he unfollowed some people. The kind of snide posts, and hateful, derogatory memes that they shared left a sour taste in his mouth.
He stifled a yawn. Obviously, the coffee hadn't done much to relieve him off his grogginess. His eyes burned with exhaustion; he was running a slight temperature.
His mood was terrible and checking his phone was worsening it. He put his mobile back inside his pocket and went to the restroom nearby.
The second he opened the door, he was assaulted by the overpowering stench of urine. His stomach roiled in protest. Chlorine, Dettol, Blood, and now this...his insides were getting tired of the unpleasant strong odours.
He gritted his teeth and splashed his face with water a couple of times. The cool water at least helped ease the irritation in his eyes a bit.
He straightened up and observed his reflection in the mirror. His beard and moustache needed trimming. His ebony hair now reached an inch below his shoulder. It made him look a tad rakish. But, otherwise he didn't look too bad for a man who had spent nine consecutive days in a hospital. Moreover, he preferred his overgrown hair to Jana's balding head.
He let out a long sigh. There was no point in lingering on that floor anymore. Keya might recover consciousness any minute and he needed to be by her side when she opened her eyes. He needed to hear her voice again. He needed to know that she was okay.
The last eight days had been a nightmare. The minute he'd answered the call from Keya's mother, his entire world had come crashing down.
The news about Keya's heart attack had been a crude shock on so many levels.
On one hand, he'd been shaken by the fact that a major heart attack had occurred to a healthy woman, who was exactly the same age as he was. On the other hand, he'd been racked with guilt that he could have somehow been responsible for Jana's violent outburst that fateful night.
Well, there was no point in beating himself over all that anymore. He had to prepare himself for the future. He needed to anticipate how Keya's frame of mind will be when she woke up.
Heart transplant was a life-altering procedure. And, it had happened without Keya's knowledge. How were they going to tell her that? How would she take it?
Would she hold him responsible?
The mere thought made him shudder.
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Where The Heart Takes Me
Mistério / SuspenseHow I wish I were someone else! A lot of us have said this. But, do we actually mean it? And, what if one fine day, we wake to up to discover that it actually came true...well, sort of? Would we accept the new reality or would we want to desperately...
