Chapter 138 - Looking After Innaya (2/2)

In my opinion, physical intimacy between the couple depended on the consent of both the parties involved. Just because I was her husband, I did not get the right over her body. She had to agree to that. Innaya's consent mattered. Right now, I did not have the one.

I opened my eyes when I was sure that the towel was securely tied against her body. Innaya looked at me through her barely opened eyes. My heart jolted as her eyes trailed at her body. I did not know how was she was going to react to it. I had changed her clothes.

Innaya raised her half-opened eyes at me. Instead of shock, anger or disappointment, I was taken aback with complete trust in her those slightly wet orbs. I felt compelled to not let her down. The gaze with which she looked at me before closing them, my whole being shaken.

My hands holding onto her top trembled a little. I hurriedly pulled that wet top and camisole from her head as I raised her arms above her head. I should hurry up and call the doctor. At the same time, I needed to rush and provide her warmth.

”Cold,” Innaya mumbled.

”It's almost done, sweetheart. Just a minute,” I answered her as I quickly removed her out of her remaining wet clothes. Her eyes shut down and she seemed to have fallen asleep. Was she unconscious? I could barely determine what was wrong with her.

Picking her up in my arms, I left the bathroom. Reaching near the bed, I gently laid her down. Some water droplets fell on her face, and she stirred a bit. How foolish I was? I got her out of wet clothes, but I forgot to change mine.

I quickly pulled away from her. Holding the end of the quilt from the foot of the bed, I pulled it over her body, covering her with it. I picked up my mobile from the bedside table as I dialed Dr. Mittal's number. I hated to disturb him, but I could only think of him at the moment.

I rushed to the wardrobe while I waited for him to answer. Unfastening the buttons of my wet white shirt, I opened the wardrobe. Getting out of my clothes, I dumped them on the floor in our bedroom. I even did not think of going inside the bathroom to change. I did not care about my nudity.

”Hello, Eshan!” Dr. Mittal greeted as he answered the call.

”Are you at home? Can you please come over? Innaya is not well. She had a panic attack. She'd stopped breathing for a while, and now she's barely conscious,” I rushed to tell him. I hoped he was at his home. I knew he would come over even if he was at his clinic, but he being at his home would save a lot of time.

”Calm down, I'll be there soon. Till then make her lie down on the plain surface and elevate her legs. Give her salt and sugar water. I'm on my way,” he instructed, and in the background, I could hear the sound of things being moved.

”Okay.” I disconnected the call, throwing my mobile on the chair beside the wardrobe.

I slipped into the bathrobe and strode back to the bed with another robe in my hand. It would be inconvenient to let her be in the towel as Dr. Mittal was coming over.

I placed pillows underneath her feet. This time putting a bathrobe on her over that towel was not that difficult. Moreover, the quilt covering her also eased my worries. I could tell her that I did not see anything.

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