Chapter 145 - Painful Cramps and His Care (2)

|Innaya|

Fortune's whining sound distracted me a bit, bringing me out of my reverie. I looked on my left side only to see Fortune's big eyes staring longingly at me. I had forgotten about him. My eyes involuntarily went to his bowls of food and water.

I sighed when I found them full. I could not entertain him because of my fear. If Eshan had ignored him while looking after me, I would have felt awful. It was a good thing that Eshan did not forget to look after him as well.

Eshan was truly a multitasking man. I could barely keep up with two or three things at a time. However, Eshan did so many things. He cooked. He cleaned. He took care of me. He took care of Fortune. Also, he looked after his office work in the meantime. He was doing so many things that I was starting to feel guilty for making his overwork.

A wide grin formed on Fortune's face when he saw me looking at him. From the cushion he was resting on, he slowly crawled forwards, stealthily. I found his actions pretty amusing. I temporarily forgot all about my pain as my whole attention was taken by the fur of the ball trying to be as discreet as he could.

It was a funny sight to watch. I giggled softly. "What an adorable dog!"

"Is Fortune more entertaining than me?"

My eyes snapped at Eshan's voice. He had returned with meds and a hot water bag. He gave a side-eye to Fortune. I thought that he would next second stand before Fortune, blocking him from my sight. Was he being jealous of an animal?

Fortune barked at Eshan as if expressing his displeasure at Eshan's interference. I suppressed the bubbling laughter in my throat. I did not want to agitate him. Furthermore, I was yet to receive my answers. I shook my head, gnawing on my lower lip with my teeth.

"I can touch my wife, you can't," Eshan smugly taunted Fortune before he sat near my head on the sofa. Placing a pillow on his lap, he gently picked my head and put it on the pillow. "Here, keep this on the place where it's aching the most." He then gave the hot water bag in my hands.

However, I was too preoccupied with his action of keeping my head in his lap. I forgot about that hot water bag in his hand. I came out of my stupor when Eshan leaned over and placed it over the right side of my stomach.

He held it there with his right hand.

Feeling conscious, I returned back to the present. "I'll do it." I took hold of it, and Eshan retracted his hand, nodding his head.

"You've to take those medicines over there. There's also a painkiller. You can take it if you can't handle the pain." Eshan pointed toward the coffee table where strips of medicines were kept along with the glass of water.

I nodded my head. I didn't want to take the medicines just yet. We had our lunch just now. My stomach was so full that I couldn't even stomach a sip of water. It was that full. "I'll take them after half an hour. I can't stomach anything now," I replied.

"Fine." Eshan caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? Are your legs aching? I remember last time you were having a hard time." He asked while his fingers now removed a few bangs from the side of my face that had fallen out of the braid I had made.

I pushed back those bangs. "Now, tell me," I demanded.

Eshan sighed. "You won't let it go, right?"

I smiled a little at him. He knew me perfectly. I wouldn't let it go. I needed to know what had happened. Though he tried to shift the topic to my period, I wasn't going to let it go.

"Well, I also don't know what happened. One moment, I was looking at that scar and in the next moment, I realize something wasn't right. When I looked at you, you were clawing at your throat, almost choking yourself. And, then somehow things went out of the control." Eshan sighed. His fingers gently massaged my scalp while his eyes turned sad.

Oh! That was why those marks were on my throat. I unconsciously touched my throat. It stung, but I didn't react. Worrying Eshan was the last thing I wanted to do. I waited for him to continue. Judging from the way his voice had wavered, I knew he was deeply affected.

"Don't touch it, Tesoro. It will hurt." Eshan frowned. He had noticed my discomfort. He then picked up a tube. Taking a generous globe of that white substance on his forefinger, he applied it on my throat. Instantly, the cooling sensation made me feel a little better.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to apply it after you took a bath." He apologized after he took care of those small insignificant marks. It wasn't his fault, I had made an abrupt dash for the bathroom and after coming out, he took care of my hunger. So, it was only natural to forget about such an insignificant thing. I myself had not asked him or applied anything over it.

"It's not your fault," I said, "and, it doesn't pain that much," I added hurriedly.

He wiped his hands with the help of tissue paper before he peered down at me with a serious expression. "I'm going to continue. Don't worry."

His handsome face turned serious.

"You then fainted. I called up Dr. Mittal. Your temperature then rose. He came and took care of you. He left with some medicines and instructions," Eshan replied when I continued looking at him for answers.

His explanation was too brief for me. He explained everything, but it felt as if he explained nothing.

I closed my eyes to think about what he said. According to him, I was scratching my throat. I knew that, but I wasn't scratching my throat but was trying to get out of my father's deathly grip. However, it was all an illusion. My father wasn't there. My mind played a trick on me. I didn't remember much after I saw that cruel smile on his lips.

I then remembered bits and pieces from when we were in the bathroom. I didn't recall what happened after that. I frowned, on having those gaps in my memory. Why wasn't I recalling things properly?

"You don't believe me?"

My eyes snapped at that. I looked at Eshan. With apprehension written all across his face, he waited for my answer. Did he mistake my frown for something else? He tended to over-thinking things, just like me. To avoid that, we needed to be honest with each other. I had to be honest with him.

"I do. Something just feels amiss." I answered him truthfully.

I saw the shift of emotions on his face, but it vanished as soon as it came. Did I saw wrongly?

"What is it?" I didn't like that fearful expression on his face. He looked terribly afraid of something. Even if it was for a fleeting moment, that look was there in his eyes.

"Well, you had stopped breathing," he admitted.

Stopped breathing? This had never happened to me. I would always know something about my surroundings and people whenever I had a panic attack in the past. Never had I behaved so extremely. It was a major concern if I had stopped breathing. I needed to seek help from my doctor again.

I would be a fool if I ignored the warning signs. Prevention was always better than the cure.

"I performed CPR on you. You started breathing but you still weren't responding, so I took both of us in the shower. Finally, you started reacting, but you were too dizzy. After coming out of the shower, you weren't in the condition of holding yourself together. You were shivering very badly. I changed your clothes and called the doctor. I would have taken you to the hospital, but I didn't want to scare you." His fingers rubbed the corner of my eye.

"Oh..."

So much had happened. Eshan must have been scared. Imagining me in that condition sent shivers down my spine- not breathing, not responding, not being in my senses. It was a scary scenario.

"He gave you medicines in saline to reduce your fever and some other things. Dr. Mittal asked many questions. I couldn't answer him. Telling him about your past without your consent... I couldn't do it," Eshan admitted.

It wouldn't have been wrong if he shared those things. Because if I had to recite them once again, I knew for sure that I couldn't. It was better if he explained them to the doctor. However, he could only explain the reason for my PTSD. He didn't know the treatment I took for years. I would have to explain that as well.

I sighed. I could see the upcoming headache at the prospect of telling him about those matters as well.

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