Chapter 136 - She Wasnt Breathing (1/2)

|Eshan|

Last night when Innaya opened up little about her insecurities, I wondered how much more she was holding in. When she showed me her scar, my mind had stopped working. I could not believe how cruel her father was. My eyes froze on that scar. I had every intention of hunting that bastard and make him pay for his every crime.

I could not fall asleep. For most of the night, I only held onto the woman in my arm. She slept soundly, wrapped around me. I spent my night looking at her innocent face. How could someone have the heart to hurt her?

The mere imagination of what she had gone through for years was unsettling. I wanted to help her. I would do everything to make her forget about that worst period of her life. At that time I decided to take her to the hospital. Neglecting her health might result in some complications and I did not want that.

However, I did not know what came over me. After waking her up, I wanted to see that scar. The urge to see it was too intense to ignore. I gave in my urge and proceeded with it. I took her consent. I would never make her uncomfortable; hence I gave her the chance to decide and she agreed. Without questioning me, Innaya gave me permission silently. Her blind trust was overwhelming.

When I lifted her top and camisole, just like last night, I froze seeing that long scar against her ivory skin. I dared not imagine how painful, it would have been for her. My heart throbbed with pain. My fingers longed to touch that scar, but I held back at the last moment.

I knew the wound had healed long ago. Touching it wouldn't cause her any pain, but I could not bring myself to touch it. My fingers lingered across her skin in the air.

I raised my head, looking at Innaya through the mirror.

Immediately I left her top and camisole when I saw her condition. Her face had turned purple. Her nails were clawing on her throat. Her face was ghastly pale. It did not take me long to realize that she was having a panic attack.

I held her and made her lie down as I pulled her hands that were harming her. In just a couple of minutes, I had failed to notice her, lost in looking at that scar.

”Innaya,” I called out her name, but her hazy eyes did not look at me.

Her hands kept going back to her neck, and I did not understand the reason behind it. She was fine just a while ago. Then what exactly triggered her?

I held onto both hands of hers, preventing her from getting hurt. With my free hand, I caressed her face, but she did not respond to me. She started gasping for air, choking at the same time.

She suddenly went limp. Her mouth was tightly locked and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with fear.

”Tesoro?”

Why wasn't she responding to me? It never happened except from that time two months ago. Her complexion turned worse. Placing my fingers under her nose, I panicked when I realized she wasn't breathing. I rubbed her face, tried to get her to look at me.

”Breathe damn it.”

I panicked when nothing was working. She was not responding to my voice, my touch. She did not seem to be in her senses. Watching her struggle, my eyes teared up. Her chest stopped moving because she was not breathing.

Was she going in a shock?

No.

It was not time to get emotional.

I toughened up myself. My wife needed me. I needed to make a decision. I needed a way to make Innaya respond.

I leaned down and held her jaw. Pinching her nose, I pried open her mouth. Inhaling mouthful of air, I then bent down and started giving mouth to mouth respiration. That was the most basic and useful thing I could think at that moment.

Getting worked up was only going to worsen the situation. I needed to calm down and handle Innaya more carefully. My heart was pounding in my chest. I feared if I was going to have an anxiety attack.

After a couple of attempts, Innaya finally started breathing, but it was more rushed, panting kind of gasping. She had still not recovered her senses.

Her unfocused eyes scared me.