Swaron OS: Numb (short)

Swaron OS: Numb
"I'm sorry, jab meine ruhi ko tumhare aur sharon ke care me diya, I should've told you that she's bipolar aur usse anxiety attacks aata hai" the VP sir apologized to me. I stood there, only partially listening to him. Kya farak padtha? Jo hona tha wo hogaya, Sharon, meri Sharon, uss galti ki wajah se bimar hai. I moved to Sharon. Even though we were separated by a glass wall I knew she could here me, she could sense me. She'll live right? I looked at her heaving, battling for her life. Battling because of me. My foolishness, my blind trust on the enemy! Why?! Why?! Did I judge her so harshly?! God, is this punishment? Agar punish karna hai, punish me! Take my life! Why are you playing with hers?! Sharon, Sharon please aajao. I need you Sharon. I'm sorry Sharon. Please mat jao. No response. The doctor came out again. "I'm sorry, but she's critical, her health is detoriating" he said.
*crash* Aisa nahi ho sakta, I will not let this happen. I rushed in, followed by the gang. Catching her hand, I rubbed it frantically. "Sharon, Sharon...please utho..dekho me aa gaya hoon, please Sharon" I cried. She gulped in a long gasp of oxygen. Looking at the monitor, I watched as her heartbeat faded. And she convulsed more. Her eyes fluttered and they were empty, no feelings, no emotions. Hollow and empty. Dead. "Tum muje chodkar nahi jaa sakti" I yelled, I commanded her to come back. "I'm sorry Sharon, I didn't trust you...mat jao Sharon" I persuaded her. She only gasped more. "Sharon sharon, dekho me yahan hoon...tumhe kuch nai hoga Sharon" I cooed my voice breaking. "Doctor! Please kuch kariye..." I asked frantically. I will not let her go! She is mine. She has to live! Aisa nahi jaa sakti wo, muje chodkar! "itna bada saza mat do sharon!" I pleaded. And then the monitor went blank. She slumped onto the pillow. "No!" I yelled. Someone took of the oxygen mask from her face. Revealing her beautiful angelic face, which was tranquil and at peace. Numb. That's what I felt. Numb. The others shook her.
"Leave." I said. The others looked at me. "I said leave!" I yelled.
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Swayam looked at her face, steadily, his face passive. "Leave" he said quiet but loud enough for others to hear. "Swayam..." Rey said, consolingly. "I said leave!" Swayam said louder. Patting his back sympathetically they left, grief struck. Swayam looked at her sleep peacefully while he writhered in pain. She can't leave him like this! He was in pain, he needed her to keep him sane. He slowly stroked her face, running a finger along her cheek and jawline. He remembered her smile, her expression when he'd kissed her after NDC, her peeping through the pillars of his guest house, her descending from the stairs looking like an angel in a white chudi, her leaning on his shoulders laughing, sleeping, her face calm and peaceful as the first rays of sunlight of a new day touched her face, her confused face seeking his help. Unable to take in the rush of memories that overwhelmed him, he kneeled down, the weight of his grief and pain overpowering him. He held her hand and let the tears flow. "Sharon mat jao...please muje itna bada saza mat dho...please aao, I promise me iss baar koi galti karunga...i promise me tumge trust karunga...come back Sharon" he cried, holding her hands to his lips and then chest right where his heart beat, just for her. Her palms pressed to his heart, which yelled for her, yelled its grief. His heart which slowly broke, with grief and guilt. He bowed his head and let his tears fall not letting go of her hand. "I love you Sharon, tum meri hi ho...kal aaj aur kal" he said, his voice breaking. He still couldn't believe she was gone. How could he? Her presence still surrounded him, he could feel her presence. He knew she can't go leaving him behind. "Please wapas aao...please kahi mat jao...mere paas raho, you promised Sharon, I love you Sharon" he kept muttering, his voice breaking with grief and pain, his shoulders shaking a little, his figure slumped and broken.
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"I love you Sharon" I heard, my eyes welled up with tears. "I can't leave him...he needs me...he is in pain he'll never forgive himself...he'll be in living hell" I thought as I saw his crumpled broken figure. Someone summoned me and tugged me gently. No, I can't leave him. I need him. I love him. I went through all this for him. I have to go back. To pain? My mind asked me. To love my heart answered. And yet something stopped me. I hesitated between life and death. And then I felt a rhythmic thud inside me. Starting from my palm, it coursed through me, the vibrations warming me with a tingly feeling. Sharon I heard him faintly, but he wasn't telling anything. Sharon I heard again a little louder. Sharon Sharon Sharon more louder voices rather voice called, its sound echoing. His voice. His voice, saying Sharon. The various volumes of his voices calling her. The space around me filled with it, entrapping me. In the distance, two figures emerged and then danced, like us. Pehla nasha played faintly in the background. Our pose, in an eyelock, happy to be in each others arms. He smiled at me his eyes radiating love as he held me in his protective clasp. I smiled at the memory. And then again we were dancing in the rain. Me in a blue and green dress and him in white. We came close and our lips met. Our first kiss, like he promised, special. Him creeping from behind, holding my arms, helping me make tea, kissing the nape of my neck, it tingled a little. Him in my arms, looking sullenly cute, holding his head while the egg on the stove was being cooked. His dreamy expression as he watched me become the dream he'd dreamt long ago. Him spinning me around in hapiness, hugging me tight after confession.
The warmth grew, making me feel light and happy, the warmth in me grew and grew, hotter to hottest. Particularly at one place. My heart, which stopped beating a few seconds back. And then suddenly i could feel wetness on my wrists. "I love you Sharon, tum meri hi ho...aaj kal aur kal" he said.
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*Beep, beep* the straight green line on the monitor showed a tiny bump, and again a slightly bigger one. Swayam looked up, at the monitor recording her heartbeat. He watched as the beat became bigger and bigger towards the normal. Leaving her hand for a minute to call the others he turned. And the beats faltered. He sat in the original position, her palm held to his heart. Her fingers stirred a bit at his chest. And then grasped his shirt. She gasped, and drew in a long breath, her eyes fluttering open for a minute. And she slumped. A minute later she coughed and wheezed. Swayam looked at her his eyes wide with shock. He froze for a moment, immediately reaching into his pocket he drew her inhaler and pumped medicine into her. Her cough and wheeze subsided. She calmed down a little. Her lips parted and her fingers left his shirt. She jerked a little, unable to sit up. Swayam sensing what was happening, he caught hold of the nearest tray he found, making her carefully sit up and holding her head and hair, he held the tray on her lap, she jerked a little and puked out white liquid. Again and again, until she could no more. "Swayam" she mumbled. "Haan Sharon" he said. "Sleep" she said weakly. And then her head slumped. He got rid of the tray and carefully laid her head on the pillows. She slipped into a slumber, as Swayamcleaned her mouth using a hanky. Her heart beat steadied. Faltering here and there, Swayam smiled through his tears unable to believe or register what happened. He called out for Rey who came in with the gang and the doctor. "She's back...Sharon's back" he said happily, looking at Sharon. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, normal. The doctor came around and checked her pulse. "How?" he asked speechless. Swayam didn't understand. He recounted what had happened, how she'd puked and then had gone into a sleep. "The antidote must've worked and the blood must've helped..." the doctor said nodding his head, "Would've happened earlier, but she seemed like she'd lost the the will to live" he said, looking utterly speechless. He saw Swayam patting her hair and then rubbing his thumb on Sharon's hand, soothing it would be. Sharon let out a little sigh and slept, a smile slightly forming on her face. Swayam looked at her with a soft expression, his eyes never leaving her face. The doctor had a bemused smile and a lot of deep thoughts running through his mind when he left the hospital that day after sending a blood sample of Sharon's to be tested. She would have to be under observation and then could go home. Her blood results were fine. She was fine too. Love does make all the difference in this world. It binds you to this earth. The bond is strong and pure. True. The doctor thought as he took one last look at Sharon and Swayam before he left. She was smiling at him, and he smiled back. They weren't verbally talking, but it seemed like they were talking, in a special way. And there was some invisible force that bonded them. An invisible force called Love, he concluded as he walked through the hallways of the hospital to his car, to head back home.

A very short OS, I know...this just struck me today.