29. Crying

Vikram Singh Rajvansh's Pov

I paced back and forth in the hospital room, my mind racing with worry. Vyom was lying in the bed, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The doctor had just left, and his words kept echoing in my mind.

"This trauma can affect his mind, Mr. Vikram. We don't know what will happen when he wakes up. He may lose his memory, or...or he may regress to a childlike mental state."

I felt like I was losing my senses. Vyom had a history of PTSD, and this latest trauma could push him over the edge. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, of not being able to help him.

I stopped pacing and sat down beside Vyom's bed, taking his hand in mine. His fingers were limp, but I held on to them tightly, as if I could will him back to health.

"Vyom, please," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "Please come back to me. I need you. I love you."

I sat there for hours, holding Vyom's hand, talking to him, willing him to wake up. But he didn't stir, didn't respond.

The hospital room was quiet, except for the beeping of the machines and the occasional rustle of the nurses' uniforms. I felt like I was in a nightmare, trapped in a never-ending cycle of worry and fear. And then, suddenly, Vyom's eyes flickered open. I held my breath, my heart racing with hope. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something that made my heart sink. They were blank, empty, like a child's eyes staring up at me.

"Vyom?" I whispered, my voice shaking with fear. "Vyom, can you hear me?" But he just stared at me, his eyes unresponsive, his face expressionless. I called the doctor; he asked me to calm down and wait outside.

I stormed out of the hospital room, my emotions raw and my patience worn thin. Rajveer, my older brother, was standing in front of the ward door, a concerned expression on his face.

"Vikram, what's going on?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. But I was in no mood for soothing. "I knew you were secretive, Vikram," he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "But I had no idea you were hiding a prince as your lover. You didn't even tell us."

"Didn't find any importance to tell you." I Blurted out.

"Hey, watch your tongue, I am your older brother." He growled. "I can handle my own life. "Rajveer raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Well, if I weren't there to save your butt, you would have been licking that old hag's shoes."

"And if I weren't there, you would have died from a broken heart."

I felt a pang of guilt at my words, but I refused to back down. "Okay, okay, I lost. But how did a person like you get such a diamond like Vyom in his grasp? " He teased.

This asshole...

Rajveer's expression softened, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Vikram, you're one lucky bastard. Vyom is...wow. I can see why you're so crazy about him." Just then, the doctor came out of the hospital room, a somber expression on his face.

"Mr. Vikram, I'm afraid Vyom's condition is more serious than we initially thought. The trauma he experienced has caused significant psychological damage, and we're not sure how long it will take for him to recover." I felt a cold dread creeping up my spine as I listened to the doctor's words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.

The doctor hesitated before speaking. "Vyom may experience memory loss, anxiety, depression...the list goes on. We'll need to keep him under close observation and provide him with extensive therapy to help him recover." I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Vyom, my strong and brave little prince, was broken. And I didn't know how to fix him.

Rajveer placed a hand on my shoulder, his expression sympathetic. "We'll get through this, Vikram. We'll do whatever it takes to help Vyom recover." I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my brother. But deep down, I knew that this was going to be a long and difficult journey. And I wasn't sure if Vyom would ever be the same again.

Amar Singh Rajvansh, our father, walked into the hospital room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on me. "Vikram, beta, it's time for you to go home," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

I shook my head, my eyes fixed on Vyom's still form. "I'm not leaving him, Papa," I said, my voice firm.

But my father was insistent. "Vikram, you haven't taken a bath in three days. You look like you're about to collapse. I and Rajveer will handle things here. You go home, take care of yourself."Rajveer, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly chuckled. "Yeah, Vikram, you look like a person who just got bankrupt," he said, his eyes teasing.

I shot him a glare, but he just grinned. "At least I'm not dying because my girlfriend left me," I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

This asshole has the audacity to taunt me, even when Prashi left him because of his assholic self. he almost made us go bankrupt if I and papa wasnt there we would be sleeping on road.

Rajveer's grin faltered, and he looked away, his expression sheepish. Our father cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing. "That's enough, Vikram. Rajveer don't tease your brother. He's just stressed."

But I knew I had hit a nerve. Rajveer's recently lost his first child with Prashi, and he was still reeling from the aftermath.Our father turned to us, his expression serious. "I don't know why my sons are so crazy over their partners. You both need to learn to prioritize yourselves."

Rajveer and I exchanged a look, and then we both turned to our father, our expressions identical. "You're the sole reason, Papa," we said in unison.Our father's eyes widened in surprise, and then he chuckled. "I suppose I am," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "I taught you both to love with your whole heart, and now you're paying the price."

Rajveer and I grinned at each other, and then we both turned back to our father. "We wouldn't have it any other way, Papa," we said, our voices filled with conviction.Our father smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "I'm glad to hear that, my sons. Now, Vikram, go home and take care of yourself. Rajveer and I will handle things here."

As I walked into the house, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The past few days had been a blur of worry and fear, and I was running on empty. I stumbled into the living room, my eyes scanning the space for a familiar face.That's when I saw her - my mother, sitting on the couch, a look of concern etched on her face. She saw me and immediately stood up, her arms opening wide."Vikram, beta," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "Come here."

I didn't need to be told twice. I stumbled towards her, feeling like a child again. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close as I collapsed into her lap.I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I buried my face in her shoulder. She stroked my hair, her touch gentle and comforting.

"My poor baby," she whispered. "You've been through so much. Let it all out, Vikram. Let me take care of you."I felt a lump form in my throat as I let out a sob. My mother held me closer, her arms tightening around me."It's okay, Vikram," she said. "I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."

I cried for what felt like hours, my mother holding me the entire time. She didn't say a word, just let me cry, let me release all the emotions that had been building up inside me.Finally, I started to calm down, my sobs slowing to sniffles. My mother handed me a tissue, and I blew my nose, feeling a little more composed.

"Sorry, Maa," I said, my voice shaking. "I just...I don't know what I would do if anything happened to Vyom."

My mother's expression softened, and she stroked my hair again. "You don't have to worry, Vikram," she said. "Vyom is going to be okay. And even if he's not...even if something happens to him...you will always have me, your father, and Rajveer. We will always be here for you."

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my mother. She always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better. "Thank you, Maa," I said, my voice filled with emotion. My mother smiled and hugged me again. "Anytime, Vikram. Now, go take a bath and get some rest. You need it."

"You are stinking my child."

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