Let's Sing The Pain Away! MishBir Story

Chapter 1: Their Perfect World!

An ambulance rushed to the general hospital. As the patient was being taken out on the stretcher, one of the first emergency responders started explaining the details of the patient to the doctors who had arrived. "Patient Name: Abir Rajvansh. Gunshot wound on the right shoulder. Lots of blood loss. Lost consciousness right after the injury. Pulse rate low" as Abir was being taken to the operation theater. Mishti, ran along with the stretcher calling out Abir multiple times to make sure he regained his consciousness. She stopped as they reached the surgical floor, where her entry was restricted. She held Abir's hand really tight and told him how much she loved him and how he had to fight anyhow and come back to her.

Alpa, one of the NGO workers, who had tagged along with Mishti and Abir in the ambulance, came by Mishti. She noticed some blood around Mishti, which she assumed would be the stains of Abir's blood. But she noticed that the blood was constantly dripping and didn't seem to stop. When she checked carefully, it appeared that Mishti was bleeding as well. Alpa panicked wondering if Mishti was shot too? Alpa's panic brought Mishti out of her thoughts and she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdominal area. As the bleeding increased, the doctor and the nurses around there rushed to check on Mishti and took her to another room.

2 weeks later

With the sun rays entering their room, Mishti would be the first one to wake up always. Her light, feathery kisses on Abir's forehead would wake him up. He loved to be woken up like that. With the bright, smiling face of his sunshine. As he struggled to sit on the bed comfortably, Mishti would lend a helping hand and take him in her embrace as his head lay comfortably on her shoulders. Abir still struggled to hug her back. He had a cast on his shoulders that he had to wear until his shoulder was completely healed. He hated it but he knew it was necessary. It made him uncomfortable but it also made sure him and Mishti got to spend as much time as possible, together.

He cherished how Mishti would make sure everything was accessible and comfortable around him. From meditating together, to making sure of having all the meals with the family and spending time with them, arranging NGO meetings in the house for him to not get bored, taking him to physiotherapy sessions, to them reading, singing together at night, Mishti handled everything perfectly. To come to think of it, he noticed Mishti would randomly just start singing around him and made sure he joined in. He loved it. It did wonders to him. It definitely did help in uplifting his mood, especially when his mind wandered in the memories that weren't worth reliving. It worked as a therapy for him. He loved the attention he got from her. He adored how protective she had got for him. She wouldnt spare anyone from being negligent to his requirements. She would also randomly get emotional and angry. The doctors were also getting scared of his angry chorni and that made Abir chuckle. He knew she was just overly scared of losing him after that incident. He felt the same fear too.

He still got flashes from that day. He had nightmares that made him really restless. The flashing image of Mishti running in between the shootings horrified him. What if something had happened to her? What if something really went wrong with him? What if someone else from the NGO was hurt? Those questions, those images still didn't let him sleep peacefully. Doctors suggested that he was suffering from a milder level of PTSD. And that made not only Abirs but even Mishti's sleep really shallow. Even a sound of a drop of a pin was enough for Mishti to wake up. Hence, whenever she felt Abir was getting restless in his sleep, she would wake up instantly and would place his head on her lap and constantly caress his hair until he relaxed and slept peacefully. Sometimes they would just sleep like that and wouldn't realize until the next day. Abir noticed that she also did spend rather unusual time on the phone, talking to someone, which he assumed would be his doctor since she updated every little detail about Abir's progress. Abir sometimes felt like she was just operating like a machine. He just hoped he didn't become a burden on her which he knew she wouldn't think. But he also wished that she was taking care of herself, while taking care of him.