The Girl With the Red Scarf | ✔️ [DriKshit]

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{Warning : - Intense heartbreaks in this chapter ahead}

RAKSHIT'S POV

It was raining heavily outside when I reached the nearest hospital, Drishti unconscious in my arms.
I had called them ahead of time and when I reached, the lady at the reception just asked me my name before they wheeled Drishti off into a cabin.
I was told to wait outside and fill up some formalities. Okay, so, I just met Drishti, I know her name and - nothing else.

I was getting restless with each passing moment.

No, none of this could be good, considering Drishti's current situation...

I called Rashi.
She had taken the day to rest (flights made her sick) and would be at the cabin.

I needed to inform Drishti's siblings. I didn't even know the answer to half the blanks on the form...

~ "Bhai? Where are you?"

~ "Rashi, dear, do me a favour... Please check into the cabin next to ours and see if you can find Divya or Romi... Please..."

~ "Bhai, what is wrong? -"

~ "Rashi, I will explain later, just do as I tell..."

I heard Rashi fumbling around, the sound of a door opening and -

~ "Bhai, they are outside... Wait... Something's wrong..."

I heard bits of their conversation before Divya's voice trailed from the other side of the phone.

~ "Rakshit?"

I explained her the situation as briefly as possible and gave her the address of the hospital, though I knew that the rain would delay them. She sounded horrified, on the verge of tears.

~ "Divya, also, if you could tell me what her blood group -"

~ "B Positive."

Her voice was breaking.

~ "Thank you. And does she have any heart diseases? Or diabetes?"

~ "None."

~ "Thank you very much. Please reach as soon as you can."

She cut the call.

I handed the receptionist the form, apologizing for not filling a few of the blanks (I didn't wanna force answers out of a troubled and half crying Divya) and asking her about payment methods. I currently had no cash with me, just my cards.

She told me kindly that I need not pay now and that during the patient's discharge, they would provide us with a bill.

I thanked her and resumed my seat at the waiting area.

~

A lady doctor, clad in white, came out of Drishti's cabin and started walking towards me. I stood up and she stopped a few paces in front of me. I read on the metal tag attached to her coat, 'Dr. Anshi Mehra.'

Dr. Mehra - Mr. Shergill, the pateint is concious now. But I am afraid I have some bad news.

I braced myself.

Dr. Mehra - I am afraid that Drishti has suffered a miscarriage. Lately, she had been in a lot of stress and anxiety. She has not been taking care of herself - at all. I am sure that her rough lifestyle and rising levels of anxiety along with prolonged emotional distress has caused this miscarriage. She is both physically and mentally very weak now. She is bleeding too, which has worsened her physical condition. I am afraid if she is not taken care of extremely properly, her condition will detoriate. Here are some medicines. Also, she has not eaten something since morning. If you could just give her a visit. Feed her and then give her these mentioned medicines.