Chapter 150 - Between Denial and Acceptance (2)

|Innaya|

"At what age you had your first period?" The gynecologist asked the question. Her assistant was standing by her side. She must be about my age. However, I disliked her the moment her eyes shamelessly ogled my husband.

We were currently seating inside the cabin of the gynecologist, Dr. Riya. She was the one Dr. Mittal had recommended. Eshan had been pretty insistent, and I did not want to worry him too much. I knew there was nothing wrong with my body. Sometimes stress would cause me to have heavy bleeding. Period cramps, muscle aches were pretty normal in periods. It was nothing to get worried about, yet at his insistence, I had given in.

My eyes were fixed on her assistant who did nothing to hide her shamelessness.

Eshan who was seated next to me held my hand. He gestured with his eyes towards the doctor when I did not reply. "Umm… at 16," I answered coming back to the present. I averted my eyes from that assistant.

I was not nervous, but a little bit uncomfortable. Well, talking about so private things even if it was to another female, I did not feel so comfortable. Moreover, there was that young woman too, who paid no attention to me instead had eyes stuck to the handsome face of my husband.  

Dr. Riya noticed my discomfort. "Mira, leave us alone," she ordered her assistant. Perhaps she thought I didn't want to talk before her assistant. It was not the case, but the departure of her assistant made me feel better to some extent. 

She then asked a couple of more questions, basically asking the history of my periods. I answered her honestly. After some time, her calm personality made me feel relaxed. She was in her late fifties. Maybe, at first, it was her age that scared me, and later it was her age that eased my worries.

"One last question, do you feel pain during s.e.x? Which OC pills are you taking?"

I almost choked at her last question. Feeling my wide eyes staring at her, she raised her head full of graying hair. She looked between Eshan and me.

"Any problem?" 

I did not know what to reply. I did not expect that question in all honesty. How did the topic shift to our s.e.x life? 

"We are taking things slow, so we haven't been that intimate," Eshan answered for me. He did not look as surprised as me. He took things pretty normally. "And, no. She isn't taking any oral contraceptives as hormone therapy."

I controlled my jaw from dropping in surprise. 

"Hmm. Okay, I'm writing some tests. Get them done. We'll start the treatment according to the results." She nodded her head and handed a file with the number of tests written down on the prescription. "It shouldn't take time. You can receive the reports tomorrow morning. Meet me in the afternoon," she added after a pause.

"Is there anything serious? She fainted twice and she had this blackout along with headache in the morning," Eshan asked her as he straightened his back.

"There can be several reasons behind it Mr. Singhaniya. We can't comment on it before we get the results. It could be because of how low her HB is. It could be because of dehydration. It could be a migraine. It could be because of stress. Until it's properly investigated, we can't tell for sure. 

However, if her fainting and headaches are consistent, you should consult a neurologist. If he suspects anything, you can do MRV of the brain. It's an invasive procedure and doesn't have any harmful effect on the body."

"I see. Thank you for your time doctor." Eshan nodded his head.

I noticed his hand had balled into a fist under the table after listening to Dr. Riya's words. He was scared, yet he didn't show it on his face. As much as the new information worried me, I knew there was no use in getting worried over with.

Hospitals scared me, yet for his peace of mind, I pushed back my fears. I slipped my hand in his as I tugged at our joined hands so that we could leave her cabin. The white walls were starting to get on my nerves. Thankfully, she didn't insist on having injections for my low hemoglobin.

Eshan stood up and mechanically walked out with me. His other hand holding the file slightly trembled when we crossed the neurology department. The appointments were full for the day, and they weren't taking any more patients. I could hardly control my nervousness in the hospital full of doctors, nurses, interns, and patients. I wanted to get out of the place as soon as possible. However, Eshan seemed to be having other plans.

"Let me call Dr. Mittal and ask if he could do something for our appointment," Eshan said pulling at my hand. 

I stopped walking and stood beside him in the corridor. I wanted to stop him. We could always come later by taking a proper appointment. There was no need for asking favors for such small things. However, he had pulled out his phone and dialed Dr. Mittal's number before I could say anything.

Standing beside Eshan, I took out my phone from the purse I was carrying. Just I opened a browser my mobile was taken out of my hand. Puzzled, I looked up to see Eshan pocketing my mobile. He had nonchalant expression all the while as if he just did not take away my mobile without my permission.

'What the-'

"Yes, I understand. Thank you!" He replied into the phone.

I stared accusingly at him. Why would he snatch away my mobile? I just wanted to distract myself a bit.

"Is it? I don't think you wanted to distract yourself, rather you wanted to search about what possible illnesses you could have," Eshan said as he peered at me through his long eyelashes.

Could Eshan read minds? He correctly pointed out what I was about to do. After all, no one could control their curiosity. I was no different.

Eshan ruffled my hair as he shook his head helplessly. "Stop over thinking. I'm worried as well. Let's just not reach to any conclusion. Dr. Mittal said he would arrange for our appointment. He's on his way. We would see other things after going home. Okay?"

I bit my lip sighing softly. 

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