Always Is Not Forever (Breaking Myself - Part II)

Bonus Chapter 4

(When I find another song for Kabir and Alina)

"When will he be okay?" I asked the doctor, hugging my arms around the chest, rocking back and forth in the room he had brought me into.

His eyes reflected to my stomach before he switched off the lights and pointed his fingers to the X-rays displayed against the lightened board. Doctors and hospitals unnerved me as much as it unnerved him. Hospitals call for tragedy for both of us.

"As you can see, he has three broken ribs." Don't react. Just listen to him silently. "He can't move much. He will have difficulty in laughing and talking a bit. It may hurt his ribs." I curled my hands into a fist. That's Kabir he was talking about, Kabir couldn't stay away from laughing.

The doctor pointed at the broken ribs, circling it.

"His lungs, blood vessels, and kidneys are fine, right?" I rushed it quickly, remembering the vague lessons I had learned ages ago.

"He went through a surgery. His lungs were punctured. We removed the air and it's fine now." I nodded tightly. It was worse than he had let on to me. "Anyway, it will take around six weeks. He can't move much, and as his reputation proceeds he is always working." Not always, but a lot. "You need to look at him. He can't in any way work for at least seven weeks."

"His hands?"

"Yes, that." He moved to another X-Ray sheet. "His forearm born is broken along with his shoulder. The cast will be removed after four weeks but he can't do any major activity."

"Like Gymming and basketball," I completed the unfinished sentence. "Jogging?"

He shook his head. "Shoulder."

Kabir was going to get too much annoyed after hearing this. No physical activities for more than a month would kill him. He wasn't a man to stay inside a room for next eight weeks.

"About his head." At last, he pointed at the MRI. "It is fine. External Injury. Now his legs." Something happened to his legs too. "Just a bit of fire caught. His right calf is burned a bit, otherwise, it is all good." He paused. "As the scene was described, the injuries are not much, Mrs. Oberoi."

Not much? Had he gone mad? My husband was bed-ridden, both of his arms were fractured, his shoulder bone displaced, his ribs were broken and he had audacity to say nothing happened? He had been buried deep under closets and broken walls. From some grace, the fire men found him and he survived or else I had no idea what news awaited me.

"Be happy," He lifted his lips in a smile. "He survived." With a heavy heart, I tried to pull a smile but nothing worked. Kiara and Adyant. What was I supposed to tell them? "You are going back to Delhi."

"Yes. Tomorrow. I think it will be better if he is surrounded by his family. He is not fond of hospitals much." He nodded absently, collecting Kabir's files from the table and handed it over to me. "When will he be okay?"

"Two months or so? Don't miss his appointments, and his physiotherapies, make sure he do it. His food and nutrients plays an important role. Mr. Oberoi told Kabir doesn't drink, smoke or do drugs, in that case, he will be alright soon and he appears quite healthy for his age."

"Yeah." I glanced a look at his file.

Him being health conscious did pay at some point of life.

"Mrs. Oberoi." I hummed. "He needs care, but also, he can get bit annoyed with his condition. I hope you can see it."