Chapter 140 - Dr. Mittals Diagnosis (1/2)

|Eshan|

”Eshan, do you know what triggered her panic attack?”

When Dr. Mittal asked me about what could be the possible reason behind Innaya's panic attack, I did not have an appropriate answer. I shook my head negatively.

I caressed Innaya's cheek. I knew she could not feel it, but I got reminded of her scared figure when she had to take that tetanus injection. At that time, I was unaware of the awful memory she had of hospitals and injections. I did not know that her father had almost killed her. Remembering what kind of cruel man she had as a father, I could not help but feel angry.

Even after grandpa removed him from Innaya's life, his cruelty was still haunting her. What kind of sick bastard was he to harm her? I still did not get why he did that to my wife. I felt there was something more to her past. When she had told me about her past, at that time also I had felt something wasn't adding up.

I silently moved my hand under the covers. Blindly searching for a bit, I found Innaya's hand. Opening her fist, I weaved my fingers in hers and held onto it. I squeezed her palm.

”Do you have something to support this saline bottle? I need to hook her up to the IV. It would be good for her with immediate effects.”

I noticed that alongside injection, he had taken our other things from his bag as well. He seemed to have come prepared. His thoughtfulness touched me. I needed to treat him more kindly for the help he was offering.

”Let me see,” I answered as I reluctantly left Innaya's hand. I did not wish to be apart from her for a minute, but one must do what he had to do.

”Would coat hanger stand work?” I asked feeling unsure. It was the only thing that came to my mind as I searched for a possible alternative for the saline stand.

He adjusted his spectacles as he raised his head in my direction. He accessed the stand I was holding. ”It should do. Bring it over,” he instructed.

I followed his instructions. Keeping the stand on his side, I moved out of his way. I again took my place beside Innaya and waited for him to finish his work. I kept silent throughout because I did not wish to disturb him. I would be asking my doubt, the moment he was done with his work.

”Did you visit the gynecologist yesterday?” Dr. Mittal asked while he probed at the inside of her elbow searching a vein for inserting the needle.

”No. We planned to go today,” I replied as I looked at his actions. For some odd reasons, I could not bear to watch her getting prick. Subconsciously, even small actions such as the little piercing of needle across her skin appeared harmful to me. I was taking things badly. I needed to grip my emotions.