CHAPTER 28
ABIR'S POV
"MISHTI!"
I felt as if all air had been sucked out of my body. My lungs seemed to be unable to function and it felt as if my heart forgot how to pump blood.
On hearing my loud scream, Mishti became more alert to her surroundings and turned to her left to see a big white car approaching her. Her eyes widened in shock and she lifted her hands up, as if surrendering.
And everything that transpired next, felt like reliving a very vivid memory of mine, which always haunted my dreams.
Amidst the loud horns, the front of the car collided with the soft body of my Mishtipie, carrying her body forward with force. I could hear her scream, as her head collided with the hood of the car and she jerked back due to its force. And then, she flew and fell down on the ground with a thud, a few feet away from me.
I froze as I saw the huge truck making contact with my father's front, causing him to fly and fall down a few meters away from the place of collision.
I felt as if my whole body had gotten paralyzed, as every single thing I feared came true.
And then, I started getting visions of the day that I very desperately hoped to forget. My breathing got heavier as more and more visions clouded my brain.
There laid my father's crooked body, fully covered in blood. His unconscious form fighting for life and a smashed cardboard box lying beside him, that showed me my reality.
I was the reason my father died.
I couldn't help but notice eerie similarities between the two incidents and I started taking fast breaths, desperate to catch any little amount of air required to keep me alive.
With my heart thumping loudly with anticipation, I shook him, "Papa, wake up. You should not sleep on the road."
I noticed Jugnu Bhaiyya coming out of his car and running towards the now limp form of the woman I love.
The woman I love. I chuckled humorlessly.
The moment I accept my love for her, she is already fighting for her life.
"Abir, fast! We need to take her to the hospital!", I heard Jugnu Bhaiya shouting, that brought me out of me reverie. I immediately ran towards her and found her lying limp on the ground. There was a pool of blood lying around her head that made me freeze. I noticed her head lying on top of a stone and I immediately realized that her head hit the stone forcefully, owing to the head injury. Without wasting any more time, I quickly picked her unconscious form delicately in my arms and ran as fast as I could towards our car, that Bhaiya had by now kept ready.
Settling both of us in the backseat, I got to know from Bhaiya that there is a hospital nearby and I thanked heavens for that.
I placed her head on my lap and I started shivering looking at the damsel in front of me. There was a big bruise on her forehead from which blood continuously oozed out and within seconds, my hands were completely drenched in her blood. The rate at which she was losing blood made my body run cold and immediately all the negative thoughts filled my head that I desperately tried to push away.
She is still fighting. She hasn't lost yet.
I took her hand that seemed to have been bent in all wrong directions and held her veins tightly, hoping against hope that I would feel the familiar thumping. When I felt her heartbeats, I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at her sweet innocent face covered with blood. I quickly scanned her body to look for any other major injuries, but did not find anything else other than her broken arm and a hundred minor scratches on her body.
My heart bled at the sight in front of me but I realized it wasn't time for me to breakdown, not when she laid in my arms like that. I patted her cheeks continuously to bring her back to the brink of consciousness.
"Mishti, Mishti please. Please get up. Scold me. Be angry with me. I l-love you, Mishtipie. J-just don't stay l-like this. I-it hurts. Please, please.", A few tears betrayed me as they fell down from my eyes, cascading through my cheeks. And within seconds, I was sobbing like never before. I hugged her tightly, the fear of her leaving me alone in this world making me crumble down even more. I cradled her like a child against my chest, savouring the feeling of having her in my arms.
"Abir, we're here", Jugnu Bhaiya said frantically, as we reached the outside of a huge building. I immediately opened the door and picked her up delicately in my arms and ran, "Doctors! Some-someone please bring a stretcher, emergency. Someone please! DOCTOR!"
I rushed inside while screaming and yelling and a ward boy immediately brought a stretcher. I placed her on it without any delay and as we started pushing her to the ICU ward, I held onto her hand and interlaced our fingers together, "Mi-Mishti you'll be fine. Ju-just don't give up. And- and also remember that I-I love you. Please."
And with that she was pushed into the room which would decide her fate and I was forced to stand outside watching, as they decided upon her fate. A couple of doctors rushed into the emergency ward immediately and I stood there watching through the small hole on the door, as the nurses connected several wires to the soft body of hers.
I stood there silently watching my love fighting for her life. Those few minutes felt like hours to me. A nurse hurried out of her room and asked me, "Sir, what is her blood group? She has lost a lot of blood."
I racked my brain for a few seconds before a tiny memory popped in my head.
"Abir, what is your blood group?", Kunal asked me, as he was writing information about all of us in his diary.
"Kunal, just quit it. Why are you even writing all this?", I groaned.
He gave me a deadpanned look, "You'll never know when this information might come to use. I want to know everything important about my important people."
I rolled my eyes, "I am B negative. You?"
He grinned, "Do you know, Both Mishtu and I share the same blood group, A positive! See how connected we are!"
I rolled my eyes at him but I made it a point to keep this information stored in my head.
"A-A Positive. She is A positive."
As the nurse nodded and started to walk away, I held onto her hand, "How is she?"
"As I said, she needs blood, sir. Until she gets blood, we can't say anything. Do you know anybody with the same blood type?"
Kunal's words flashed in my head, "Yes. Yes, her brother. I will call him."
"As him to come quickly, if possible, sir", she walked away.
I stumbled for my phone and quickly dialed his number. I didn't know how to tell him that I caused danger to his one and only sister.
On the second ring, he picked up. I could hear his cries and sniffing on the other side, "Abir, Ju-Jugnu Bhaiya called me. Ho-how is she? I'm on my way."
"Sh-she needs blood. C-come fast. Both of you share the same blood group, right?"
He sniffed, "Yes, yes Abir. I l-left home 15 minutes back. We'll be there anytime now. I-I'll come there quickly."
After I pocketed my phone, I looked at my hands that still had stains of her blood. I slid down the wall next to her ward, buried my face in my knees and sobbed silently, hoping the tears would take all my pain away. I couldn't imagine losing her. Not after just realizing that I love her.
She is the Moon to my Moonflower, who blooms only in the existence of the moon. If I am the heart, she is my heart beat. How can I survive without her?
And within a few minutes, I heard Kunal's voice shouting frantically, "Nurse! N-nurse! I have to give her bl-blood!"
He looked at me with plain eyes and I could see a lot of things breaking.
Just like I lost my mother that day, I am going to lose Kunal as well.
A nurse ushered him to another ward and immediately I felt Kuhu hugging me, "It's okay, Abir. Cry. She'll be back even before you know it. Mishti is strong. She'll fight and come back stronger."
Even though she spoke a lot of comforting words, nothing went into my head. I sat there silently as I faced the reality of my life once again.
I cause harm to all the people I love.
Years ago, my father died because of me and today, Mishti is lying on her death bed, because of me.
I stayed there silently thinking about every single second I spent along with her. Every smile, every hug, every leap of my heart around her and every kiss. Especially, today's kiss.
I felt so happy to have her with me today and I thought maybe, just maybe, I too deserved love and happiness.
Alas, it was never in my destiny.
The door opened and Kunal walked out and sat down on one of the chairs. He seemed eerily quiet and simply stared at the ceiling. Watching him like that, I cried even more, the guilt slowly eating me up.
Minutes slowly slipped into hours as the operation still continued and I hoped against hope that my Mishtipie would give a tough fight against the God of death.
And when the doctor walked out of the operation theater, fear gripped me and anxiety filled me as I waited with bated breath for his words.
The doctor smiled softly, "The operation was successful. We have tended to her head injury and her fractures in her right arm and left leg. Take care."
Relief surged through every vein of my body and while Kuhu thanked the doctor, Kunal and I hugged each other tightly and we let our tears flow, crying all the pain out.
It felt as if I just got my life back. With every breath I took, I could feel more calmer and the air that I breathed no longer felt suffocating. And even though my heart pumped blood way too fast, it felt correct.
After all, how can a heart function without it's beat?
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Hey! This is Chapter 28!
I am not really satisfied with this Chapter, but I hope it was not too bad.
Don't worry, Mishtipie will be perfectly alright next chapter.
Thank you! <3