Pratap entered the hospital with a rush of thoughts in his head. Did Ajabdeh really feel she was alone in all of this? The mental trauma was only her’s and not the family? Not his? He was worried about her being aloof after her first miscarriage he had tried to provide as much time as he could after that. But still, she felt so, or so her actions said.
“ Dadabhai calm down.” Shakti had said more than once during the drive to the hospital.
He had turned the doorknob of her suite without a knock. The nurse said a quick “Hush we gave her a sleeping pill dose.”
“ Dadabhai calm down.” Shakti had said more than once during the drive to the hospital.
He had turned the doorknob of her suite without a knock. The nurse said a quick “Hush we gave her a sleeping pill dose.”
His anger flushed the minute he saw her calm face on the bed. It was sad like she had cried. Of course, she had. His heart sank as he walked up to her and saw the pipes of blood and saline on her. She was too weak to even run off like that. He was about to hold her hand but stopped. Afraid of waking her up. Her pale face showed weakness, and her eyes were clearly visible with dark circles. Her lips were a shade paler.
“Why did she need sleeping…?” Shakti asked as the Nurse responded, “Mr Singh, the doctor wants to talk to you.” Pratap looked up with a silent nod.
“Why did she need sleeping…?” Shakti asked as the Nurse responded, “Mr Singh, the doctor wants to talk to you.” Pratap looked up with a silent nod.
Dr Chundawat was looking at the man sitting in front of him, sleepless and distraught. Ajabdeh’s complications had silenced him.
“So she cannot have a child?” Jaivanta sounded worried as Pratap sat silent.
“We ran some tests on her. Her womb walls are too thin to hold the growing fetus. Some of the reports are yet to arrive, but Ranisa, what worries me is…” Dr Chundawat sat straight up in his chair. “She is depressed. This is not the first time Ajabdeh, as I know personally; I have never seen this quiet. It worries me.”
“What do you mean, Doctor?” Pratap opened his mouth for the first time making him stare.
“Well, this happens. It is very common, actually. When someone suffers a miscarriage they tend to take the loss as only theirs and cut off their emotional bonds with the people they are close to. It can be defined as a sort of PTSD. People cope differently. Some resort to self-harm. Others may be depressed and show other signs. They are afraid of losing people or getting hurt. Ajabdeh is facing the same traumatic disorder. She seems depressed.”
“Is she going to be alright?” Jaivanta frowned.
“ It takes time. As of now, I am not sure. We could barely make her talk. When you people came in, she was sleeping, but when I went for a checkup I … asked her a lot of general questions just to make her speak… all I got were yes, no and hmm…”
“That is so unlike her….” Pratap murmured remembering the times she could speak passionately for hours about anything under the sun.
“Yes, that is why...”
“What are you suggesting?” Jaivanta asked, a little worried.
“I will recommend a counsellor, she also needs some change… a little care… make sure you keep her happy… she doesn’t stress much…take her medicines. Also, never miss a session with the counsellor…”
“How about a vacation?” Pratap’s voice made Jaivanta stare like she was seeing a ghost. The only vacation he had taken was to Manali after his father had forced them. She smiled gently at how Ajabdeh had changed him.
“That would have been good but she needs to be here for her sessions” Dr Chundawat spoke. Pratap nodded.
“I can make sure… umm…” he stopped a little thoughtful… “We can stay a few days at the Punwar Mansion. She will be in the comfort of her own home, that way she won’t miss the session yet have a change of place.”
“That’s a good idea, I will send a cook and help along and she can rest. When do we take her home?” Jaivanta looked satisfied.
“Once she is released and I give her the fitness certificate…. You can take her home.” Dr Chundawat smiled at his mother.
“Thank You.” Pratap nodded gratefully.
“So she cannot have a child?” Jaivanta sounded worried as Pratap sat silent.
“We ran some tests on her. Her womb walls are too thin to hold the growing fetus. Some of the reports are yet to arrive, but Ranisa, what worries me is…” Dr Chundawat sat straight up in his chair. “She is depressed. This is not the first time Ajabdeh, as I know personally; I have never seen this quiet. It worries me.”
“What do you mean, Doctor?” Pratap opened his mouth for the first time making him stare.
“Well, this happens. It is very common, actually. When someone suffers a miscarriage they tend to take the loss as only theirs and cut off their emotional bonds with the people they are close to. It can be defined as a sort of PTSD. People cope differently. Some resort to self-harm. Others may be depressed and show other signs. They are afraid of losing people or getting hurt. Ajabdeh is facing the same traumatic disorder. She seems depressed.”
“Is she going to be alright?” Jaivanta frowned.
“ It takes time. As of now, I am not sure. We could barely make her talk. When you people came in, she was sleeping, but when I went for a checkup I … asked her a lot of general questions just to make her speak… all I got were yes, no and hmm…”
“That is so unlike her….” Pratap murmured remembering the times she could speak passionately for hours about anything under the sun.
“Yes, that is why...”
“What are you suggesting?” Jaivanta asked, a little worried.
“I will recommend a counsellor, she also needs some change… a little care… make sure you keep her happy… she doesn’t stress much…take her medicines. Also, never miss a session with the counsellor…”
“How about a vacation?” Pratap’s voice made Jaivanta stare like she was seeing a ghost. The only vacation he had taken was to Manali after his father had forced them. She smiled gently at how Ajabdeh had changed him.
“That would have been good but she needs to be here for her sessions” Dr Chundawat spoke. Pratap nodded.
“I can make sure… umm…” he stopped a little thoughtful… “We can stay a few days at the Punwar Mansion. She will be in the comfort of her own home, that way she won’t miss the session yet have a change of place.”
“That’s a good idea, I will send a cook and help along and she can rest. When do we take her home?” Jaivanta looked satisfied.
“Once she is released and I give her the fitness certificate…. You can take her home.” Dr Chundawat smiled at his mother.
“Thank You.” Pratap nodded gratefully.
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