Chapter 139 - Should I share Innayas past without her consent? (2/2)

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I entered our bedroom first followed by Dr. Mittal. The first thing I did after entering was to rush to Innaya's side. She was shivering. I was yet to dry her hair, they must be making her uncomfortable. She seemed unconscious but she was not.

”Tell me in detail what happened,” Dr. Mittal said as he placed his bag on the bed.

I hesitated. Should I share Innaya's past without her consent?

”Eshan, you need to cooperate if you want me to help her,” Dr. Mittal's voice broke my reverie. I still could not decide if I should tell him or not. He had taken out a stethoscope from his bag.

He sat beside Innaya when I did not reply.

”Remove the duvet. I need to examine her,” he ordered as he gave me time to do as he said.

I picked up the duvet and lowered it to her waist. It was a good thing that I made her wear that bathrobe over that towel, otherwise, I knew, it would have been embarrassing for her.

I knew my wife was not comfortable around the opposite gender. She maintained her distance from those whom she hardly knew. She never voiced it out, but her actions made it obvious.

”Well, she has PTSD. I don't think I'm the right person to tell you about it.” I moved to the right side of Innaya as Dr. Mittal started checking her.

He nodded after listening to me. He handed me the thermometer to check Innaya's temperature.

”Are these panic attacks regular? Yesterday she didn't have a fever. Does she always get sick after that? Have she received any treatment for her PTSD?” He asked me many questions as he started checking her eyes.

I placed the digital thermometer in her armpit and pressed her arm as I thought about how to answer his questions without revealing full details. His questions did not dwell deeper. I could answer them.

”No, it happened only this time as far as I know. We'll have to ask her about past events,” I answered truthfully.

”Everything was okay, but suddenly she started having a panic attack. She was clawing at her throat and before I could understand, her mouth was clamped and she had stopped breathing. I performed CPR on her, and it worked. However, she was still stuck. I had somewhere read that showers helped in handling panic attacks, so I made her stand under the shower,” I recited the events from the morning in brief.

This was the first time when she had such an extreme reaction. Looking at her closed eyes, pale and lifeless face something broke in my heart. The digital thermometer beeped, and I took out the thermometer, it read 102.6 °F.

”It's 102.6 °F,” I gasped. How did she suddenly have such a high temperature?

I pulled the quilt back over her upper body and covered her well. She was still shivering.

”It might be because of her panic attack. We'll have to wait for her to answer. I'll give her an injection, now,” Dr. Mittal replied as he prepared the syringe.

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