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48 hours, 55 minutes and 36 seconds have gone by, and I still yearn to hear Kishan call my name. I would do anything and everything to hear him call out to me just once more. This way, I never realised when the sun set and when it rose. To say it was daytime, despite the sun shining outside, would be a lie, as a night has never been darker and longer than now.
Inhaling some air, I wipe my fresh tears of my now tear-stained cheeks. Getting up from the place I have been sitting at for the last two days or so, a black chair in the waiting room outside the Intensive Care Unit (ICU), I walk into the hallway to get some water. Just before I turn the corner to the water dispenser, I hear some muffled voices at the end of the hallway.
I get closer to the voices and put my hands on the wall, and look into the interlocking hallway where I see Abhimanyu standing with two faces I'm familiar with and recognise to be Kishan's parents.
"Abhi, just let me see him one time," Mrs. Oberoi pleaded in front of Abhi, "just once," her voice came out low, merely a whisper, her hands folded together, begging to see her stepson, my Kishan. Her eyes were bloodshot and wet with tears on the verge from spilling. It was pretty obvious that she had been crying for a while.
Only Abhi's back was visible from where I was standing, his head shook in a no and I saw Mrs. Oberoi's hopes fall.
I quickly turn around and face my back to the wall, still listening to their conversation,
"You two have done enough damage, and you call yourselves his parents?" anger, frustration, hate, were evident in Abhi's tone, "leave before I call the hospital security," he warned.
"Abhi, you can't stop us from seeing our son," Mr. Oberoi, who had been silent till now, said.
"Leave," Abhi hissed at them.
"Ridhi, there's no point in arguing with him now," I heard Mr. Oberoi say, his strong voice now hushed as he spoke to his wife, "we'll come back later," he assured her,
"bu-t... can I see him just once? Just once? Please, I won-t even go inside, I'll just see him from far away, from outside the door, just let me see him please, I wi-ll, will do any-thing, pl-ease......" it seemed like she had began crying once again as her voice was cracking up as she spoke.
She genuinely wanted to see Kishan. I think all this time he had been thinking wrong. She really cared for him. She was willing to do anything to see him just once.
"Ridhi, I promise, we'll be back. Let's leave now," Mr. Oberoi says and with that I hear footsteps growing fainter and fainter with each passing second. After a bit, I hear some coming my way and I head back to where I was sitting before, outside the ICU.
Another 6 hours have gone by, but there has been no major response from the doctors other than "we're working on it." Gathering myself up, I walk over to where a small church was set up. I kneel down on my knees and look up, my finger intertwined and tears rushing down my face,
"Please God, he doesn't deserve this. He really doesn't. Even if there is anything wrong that he has done, punish me for it, not him," I wept,
"You have taken every person I have ever loved away from me, each and every person. I feel I have the right to love, to be loved. Please don't do this...... plea-ase........." I continued crying.
All of a sudden, a warm, clammy hand landed on my shoulder. I looked around and saw Abhi standing there with a huge smile etched onto his face,
"Myra, he's fine!" I let out a cry of joy and jumped up, pulling Abhi into an embrace. When I heard those words, my happiness knew no bounds. Gathering myself out of Abhi's warm arms, I rushed to the Intensive Care Unit and entered the ward. I approached Dr. Hughes who like me, was beaming with joy,
"doctor, where is he?" I asked, excited to see him, much like when a child is excited for school to end,
"we moved him into the outpatients ward. So just go upstairs onto Level 4 and follow the signs. I believe he is in Room 24," he smiled.
"Thank you, so, so much," I smiled, tears once again springing to my eyes, this time with happiness.
Just as I was about to leave, Dr. Hughes called out to me,
"Ms. Myra, just one sec," he said as he came closer and my brows furrowed in confusion,
"just before you go see him, I want to tell you to remain quiet as he needs a lot of rest. He should wake up in the next couple of hours and he's condition is stable. He should be able to go home in the next 2-4 days depending on his condition," I nodded and thanked him once again as he assured to see me when he comes to meet Ruhaan and do his check up.
On my way up, I met Abhi and told him he had been shifted to the Outpatients Ward. I also asked him to go home, rest and come back in a couple of hours when Kishan was awake. He said that he will pick Nia up on the way back here with a fresh set of clothes for me. With that he left, and I ascended the stairs onto Level 4.
My hand touched the metallic knob of Kishan's room door and I took a deep breath. I don't know if I was ready to see him in this way. I unlocked the door and walked inside. Seeing him like this made my heart ache.
I walked over to where he lay in his hospital bed and pulled a chair next to it for me to sit on. Without any ifs', buts' and ands' my hand went to his and held it. The warmth of his hand radiating into mine assured me that he was still here and will never leave me.
I kissed his bruised knuckles with my cold lips,
"you know, for the last two days I haven't eaten, haven't slept, all because of you," I said trying to sound cross and slapped his chest, and seeing him wince I realised that this is not the right time to fight with him, when he's lying in a hospital bed. 'I'll get my revenge once you're out of hospital, don't you worry' I thought to myself and smiled.
I put my head down on his hand and fell asleep in an instant.
Ok guys, here's another update.
Again unedited, but look at the length. It's soooooooo loooooong!
I'd like to thank Anupama Rao (tag wasn't working, lol) for her upmost support, ideas on this chapter, and just being there in general.
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