Chapter-2
My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door, and a youngish doctor with dark hair enters, followed by three other people in medical uniforms. "Hello there, Priyanka, he says in a pleasant, brisk manner. "I'm Dr. Harshith, one of the resident neurologists here. These are Lina, a specialist nurse, and Arun, our trainee doctor. So, how are you feeling? "Fine! Except my left hand feels a bit weird, I admit. "Like I've been sleeping on it and it isn't working properly. Dr. Harshith requests my changed-overnight family to disperse for a second. He again comes back and says-"Right. The doctor nods. "We'll take a look at that; you may need some therapy. But first I'm going to ask you a few questions. Bear with me if some of them seem blindingly obvious." He flashes a professional smile and I get the feeling he's said all this a thousand times before. "Can you tell me your name?"- he asks."My name's Priyanka Oberoi,"I reply promptly. Dr. Harshith nods and adds a tick mark in his folder. "And when were you born?" "Nineteen ninety six." "Very good."He makes another note. "Now, Priyanka, when you crashed your car, you bumped your head against the windshield. There was a small amount of swelling to your brain, but it looks as though you've been very lucky. I still need to do some checks, though." He holds up his pen. "If you'd like to look at the top of this pen, I'm going to move it from side to side." What is this nonsense. "Excuse me!"I wave at him. You've mixed me up with someone else. I didn't crash any car." Dr. Harshith frowns and flips back two pages in his folder. "It says the patient was involved in a traffic accident." He looks around the room for confirmation. Why is he asking them? I'm the one it happened to. "Well, they must have written it down wrong," I say firmly. "I was out clubbing with my friends and I was running for my car and I fell. That's what happened. I remember it really well." Dr. Harman and Lina exchange puzzled looks. "It was definitely a traffic accident," murmurs Lina. "Two vehicles, side-?on. I was down in Emergency and I saw her come in. And the other driver. I think he had a minor arm fracture." "I couldn't have been in a car crash." I try to keep my patience. "For a start, I don't have a driver's license. I don't even know how to drive! It's just that I've never needed to since I was in Switzerland, and as I haven't attained the age of 18 now and it's not like I can't afford a car. But you know school girls are not allowed to drive in India, right?
"But it says here... "Look. I cut him off as politely as I can. "I'll tell you how boring it is to wait for my car to turn up." Dr. Harshith opens his mouth to answer but is interrupted by the trainee doctor, Arun, who taps his shoulder. He scribbles something on my notes and Dr. Harshith's mouth snaps open again in shock. His eyes meet the trainee's; he raises his eyebrows, glances at me, then points at the paper again. That look is so scary like they are trying to say we are sorry but you know your legs are not there any more or you have a Cancer etc.
"Is something really wrong with me? I say almost aggressively, trying to suppress the sudden wobble of terror in my voice. "Just tell me, okay? My mind is already ripping through the possibilities. Maybe I've already lost a leg they just didn't want to tell me. "Priyanka, I want to ask you another question. Dr. Harshith's voice is gentler. "Can you tell me what year it is? "What year it is? I stare at him, thrown. "Don't be alarmed, he says reassuringly. "Just tell me what year you think it is. It's one of our standard checks. I look from face to face. I can tell they're playing some kind of trick on me, but I can't work out what. " Of course, it's 2013!!, I say cheerfully. There's a weird stillness in the room, as if no one wants to breathe. "Okay. Dr. Harshith sits down on the bed. "Priyanka, today is June 5, 2017. His face is serious. All the others appear serious too.My head is spinning and I feel sleepy. I wake up on the sound of a female voice sobbing beside me. It is my Mom. I greet her a good morning and she looks up. She pats my head and says- "All will be well Prinku!" She has puffy eyes and tear stricken cheeks. Mom must have been crying out the whole night.I reply back-" Yeah Mom!! Well Good morning!!" Something tells me that I'm wrong. Something is terribly not right. Where's my Dad? Why isn't he around his wife assuring her? Damn it!! My Mom breaks me from my thoughts with her calm voice. "No darling it's good evening. You should be greeting me,"- she replied with a smile after a while when I was busy looking at her less radiant and pale face and cursing every other thing I can. I look at the magazine on her left hand. I can't believe my eyes!! March 2017 issue!!! What the hell is wrong with me?? My Mom must have seen me staring so she quickly supplies- "Prinku!! Don't panic dear!" Yes, why should I panic? There's no reason for me to panic at all, no? I should have guessed from the changes in my family members that there was a lot that I can't remember. But,no! As usual I kept thinking it would my brain lately playing some game which I couldn't understand. Last night (which I remember myself clubbing out for my 17th birthday celebration)only I was in 2013 and now I'm in 2017?? Where are my four years?? I scoffed. Some one cleared throat. I see a young man standing, wearing suspenders and shades. He had a confusing look on his face. I dragged the sheet a little to cover my chest, even if I'm fully dressed. I don't know why but I feel a little scared of him. He looks handsome, rough, tough,no-non-sense guy. Behind him, my siblings enter and all had the same expressions asking my Mom what the damn happened here after this man entered through their looks.Particularly O Bhaiya.I know my siblings at least till now.*sighs*I glance at the stranger and he looks back and forth between me and my Mom. Someone needs to break the silence. "Is he the body guard Shivaay Bhaiya you were talking about?"- I asked calmly at last. Pin drop silence. Bodyguard??- each one of my family members inside the room repeated together. Sounds like problem again!!
So here is the second chapter for those who wanted the updates. Thank you all for the nice comments π Ignore my grammatical errors and typos and let me know what u feel about this one with your likes and comments π
Edited by dimaag - 8 years ago