the last few days had been more dramatic than any Ekta Kapoor serial;
he feared for his physical well-being with her in charge, and he was hugely
indignant that his judgment about her profession was completely off the mark. This
could be the beginning of another disaster; he ought to nip it in the bud this
time. She had a knack of bringing out the worst in him. Had he ever felt such
overwhelming and contradictory emotions towards anyone? He always took pride in
being stoic and keeping his thoughts to himself but with her, he seemed to
blurt out everything, quite rudely too, and considering how wrong he was, he
had made an utter fool of himself. It was better to walk out and avoid further
showdowns that he knew lurked around the corner.
He tried
sitting up.
“I’m sorry
to disturb you. As I understand, you already have a busy schedule and I don’t
want to burden you unnecessarily.”
“Gautam
Baba, chup raho. Doctor Saheb, please do whatever you have to do. His
parents are not here right now but they have entrusted him to me and I am sure
he needs to stay here.”
This was the
first time Gopal had spoken against Gautam’s wishes. He was already dizzy
trying to sit up and was too exhausted to explain his situation to Gopal,
especially in her presence. His body and finally his mind surrendered to
the situation.
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SIX
While the
nurse continued to prepare the instruments that would be needed, Sameera went
through the X-rays and other medical reports along with the orthopedic
surgeon’s prescriptions.
She glanced
at Gautam. She was used to seeing patients in much worse condition and though
she would treat them with empathy, she would always retain her composure. The
effect he had on her, on the other hand, was quite unusual. Her heart was
beating rapidly as if she herself was in some sort of agony. Deep in her heart,
she was glad that he had come here and that she could help him, but then,
wasn’t she trained for this? After all, he was no stranger, though their first
meeting was far from pleasant. She could not avert her gaze; her eyes lingered
on him. He was so stern and aloof in Delhi but now, in his khaki shorts and
blue linen shirt, lying on the cot in obvious pain, he looked not only young
and vulnerable but incredibly handsome. The ruffled curly hair, messy stubble
and casual clothes lent him a boyish charm. He looked much more real and she
was captivated by his big, brown, melting eyes. How come I did not notice
his eyes in Delhi?
Her patient
groaned.
Sameera
found her nurse staring at her with a bewildered look. Though it was impossible
for the nurse to read her thoughts, she was embarrassed. This was truly
exceptional. This rude, arrogant guy who obviously did not hold her in high
esteem and was desperate to get away from her clinic had set her heart aflutter.
She was determined to keep things strictly professional.
As she
regained her composure, she sat down near Gautam, gently touching his knee.
“This will not hurt, just relax and don’t think about anything. I will start
very slowly. Today, I’ll just treat your knee for the pain and the swelling. I
am putting a gel on your knee so that the instrument is lubricated and does not
cause friction.” Gautam nodded. “Now, I will gently move this metal plate on
your knee. This is called short wave diathermy where the temperature will be
greatly increased in your tissues by oscillating electric current of very high
frequency. This will help ease your pain just like a hot water bag, but more
effectively. Please tell me if you feel any discomfort.” Gautam nodded mutely
again.
Sameera
continued the therapy gently for ten minutes. Then she felt his ankles with her
long slender fingers, touching so softly that he could hardly register the
touch except for the flutter it set off in his heart. She repeated the therapy
on his ankles. The effect was soothing; his eyes felt heavy with sleep.
“Done.”
Sameera slid one hand behind his back, the