Warning: I am no Doctor, or Student of Medicine. But I tried my best to keep it as general and sensible as possible. Any doctors, students of Medicine out here in this Forum, please forgive me if I have made a mistake here. Feel free to point it out so I can make the required changes.
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"We pulled out the bullet, only to find that her aorta was damaged. Actually fully pierced in the centre, of its pipe-like appearance. We managed to stitch up her left lung as fast as we could, without causing damage to her respiration, but.. Her heart.."
Asad's breathing turned into shorter breaths, as he listened to every single word that the doctor uttered. The words 'but' and 'her heart' just struck a high chord in him, making him fist his hands and curl his toes in his shoes, as he waited with bated breath for the verdict, that could either make or break him fully.
Dr. Mehta paused, as he saw Mr. Khan suddenly go still. Blinking, and taking a deep breath discreetly, he said,
"We tried to repair her aorta, but it just wouldn't stop bleeding. It's damage was beyond repair, so we-"
"I want to see her."
"I beg your pardon?," Dr. Mehta said. He was sure he heard Mr. Khan say something, interrupting him, but he wasn't sure about what he had heard.
Asad raised his eyes to meet the doctor's kind ones, and spoke with determination laced in his voice. "I want to see her."
"Mr. Khan, lis--"
"Don't tell me what the **** I have to do!!!," Asad yelled, as he stood up with a jerk, sending his chair flying backwards to hit the sofa set by the door. His eyes were ablaze, as his mind was again conjuring up images of the worst he couldn't even imagine. Zoya lying there, lifeless.
Lifeless.
His nostrils flared, breathing fire, as his chest rose and fell heavily while glaring at the resident in front.
Dr. Mehta instantly rose from his seat and said, "Mr. Khan, I understand what you are goi--"
Grabbing the doctor's coat's collar, Asad pulled him close to his face, and said, "I don't give a **** for what you're gonna say! I will have the world's best known doctors come and operate on her, and make her better. I will not let her give up on me! Never!"
Jerking the man off, he turned and went straight for the door.
Pulling it open with an angry force, he heard it bang loudly at the wall.
"Bhaijaan?"
His long strides came to a halt, when he heard Najma call out to him in shock. Closing his eyes tightly, he willed himself to breathe deeply and count to ten. His rage was building as minutes passed, telling him he had to act fast, and rush to Zoya before these minions who called themselves doctors declare that she was--
His breath hitched, before he could let the whole word cross his mind, and simultaneously did he feel a soft hand clasp onto his arm, making him recognize who it was.
Ayaan and Najma looked from their brother, Asad to the doctor who had now come out of his room. All of them could feel the tension in the atmosphere, as seconds passed.
"Mr. Khan you have to listen to me! I cannot let you--"
The doctor's words died right on his lips, when his eyes widened on seeing Mr. Khan turn to him with a challenge written in his eyes to go against him.
"You can't let me do what?," Asad said in a deadly calm voice. "Can't let me see her? Can't let me meet her? Tell me Dr. Mehta, who are you to stop me from doing what I want?"
For a minute everything fell silent, and each could hear only the slow humming of the air conditioner above and soft thuds of doors opening and closing.
"I am no one to stop you from doing what you want. But I am here to caution you about the next step that we will be taking to save someone's life," Dr. Mehta calmly countered Mr. Khan's tough and angry demeanor.
Asad's anger ebbed away slightly, as his gaze stayed zeroed on the doctor. Ayaan and Najma could do nothing but wait for the doctor to speak more.
"Please come into my room. We can discuss this properly there, Mr. Khan," Dr. Mehta said, before turning back to the door and pushing it open to step inside.
Ayaan turned to see his elder brother still standing there, with his arms folded across his chest, and breathing heavily. His eyebrows furrowed as he could sense something that was wrong. His hold on Najma's hand tightened making her aware of the situation.
Najma said, "Bhaijaan? The doctor's waiting." That was all she could say since she knew that questioning him about what was going on, would just make him blow off his lid in rage. And who better than her would know about her brother's rage.
Tightening his jaw, he loosened his arms, and walked quietly into the office, closing the door behind. Pressing his brows in between his thumb and forefinger to ease the ache in his head, he looked up to see the doctor waiting so he could start.
"I am.. really sorry for my outburst. It's just.. just that.."
"It's okay, Mr. Khan. I understand what you're going through. You have to know this, before you or we take any action in future. That is why I had to stop you from going. Her chances of living are very low, given that her aorta is irreparable."
Asad's insides tightened again, making him ball his hands into fists. He could feel his eyes stinging at the doctor's words. Yet he could hear something that he was desperately looking for. Hope.
"So what do you propose, Doctor?," Asad swallowed loudly.
"Well, in such cases, we have only one option to go for. And that is a transplant. An aorta transplant is normally done when a patient suffers from aneurysm. Here, it is a different case, of the aorta being punctured. The bleeding was too much. It is fortunate of Miss Zoya to not have an internal bleeding in her lungs, or else she would've had to go through a lung transplant too, which would be very difficult, given that we don't have many donors in that category."
"You see, Mr. Khan, now that you know that she has to have a transplant, I wanted you to not have false hopes. We still don't know if her lungs will not rupture from inside and start bleeding. We have to keep her under intense observation, all hours of the day for a week, and only then can we conclude if she can have a good recovery."
"W-What about the transplant?," Asad stuttered softly, trying to keep his voice steady.
Dr. Mehta turned from his window and walked up to where Asad stood, and placed a gentle and steady hand on his shoulder. "That is what is the hardest part. I had wanted to let you know that I was calling in a group of experts from Indore, who will soon be here in a matter of few hours," he said, as he checked the time on his wrist watch.
"But your earlier outburst was more than enough for me to give a go to this operation," Dr. Mehta concluded with a smile that crinkled the sides of his eyes, and showed his laughing lines surrounding his mouth.
Asad's brows relaxed, and so did his entire body, which had been ready to curl up into a ball of flesh like that of a foetus. He looked away embarrassed at his previous actions, and muttered an apology again.
Dr. Mehta's hand shot out to pat the man's shoulder in understanding and he said, "It is alright, Mr. Khan. You can stop apologising."
"How is s-she now? Where is she?," Asad couldn't help himself from asking.
"For now she is still in the theatre, since our surgery is still incomplete," Dr. Mehta said, as he walked up to his desk and fished out a pen and a notepad from inside a drawer. "Our other surgeons are in there working on keeping the bleeding at bay. I am sorry but I will have to hurry. I have stayed out for more than I had hoped for."
Asad could see him scribbling something on the paper, while he thought of her, lying on the stretcher inside the suffocating theatre, being operated on. If her heart's aorta is damaged, then how is she breathing?
"Doctor? How is she breathing?," Asad winced at his own words, as he jerked forward to stand in front of the desk.
"For now to bridge the time between the first surgery and the second for the aortic valve transplant, an artificial heart has replaced hers," Dr. Mehta slowly explained as he gave the small paper to Mr. Khan. "So her respiration won't be hindered."
His eyebrows furrowed as he remembered that there was knife involved too.
"The knife? It was lodged in her s-stomach, when we brought her in.. What about it?," Asad's eyes widened as he realised the doctor hadn't mentioned anything about it.
"Oh my God! I am so sorry, Sir, for not mentioning about the wound in her stomach. It is my mistake. But yes, we managed to take the knife out, and by looking at the wound, it looked it had been twisted very badly into her stomach, slicing through her large intestine," Dr. Mehta slowly explained, a sincere apologetic expression clouding his face.
Before Asad could say anything, the doctor's pager beeped.
"I'm afraid Mr. Khan, I'll have to leave for the surgery. I have given you the respective doctors' names in that paper, and required information. You can talk to them as soon as the whole surgery is finished."
Asad merely nodded, before letting him continue.
"She is more likely in danger of having internal bleeding since three of her vital organs have been affected here. We could really use your prayers for to get better," Dr. Mehta nodded in encouragement at Mr. Khan.
As the doctor was making his way out, Asad followed him and said, "Doctor?"
"Yes?"
"Good Luck," smiling genuinely at the man, who was doing everything to save a life of someone, whom he knew he couldn't bear to lose. The latter part shocked him to no extent. "And Thank you."
Dr. Mehta smiled and nodded in acknowledgement, as he stepped out of his office. "It is our duty to save as many lives as possible. We will give our Best, Mr. Khan."
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Ohkay! Now tell me how THIS(^^) was?
Glossary:
> Aorta -is the largest artery in the human body, originating from the left ventricle of the heart, and extending down to the abdomen, where it bifurcates into two smaller arteries. It distributes oxygenated blood to all parts of the body through the systematic circulation.
> Aneurysm - is a balloon-like bulge in an artery, caused by the weakening of the artery wall.
> Artificial Heart - is a device that replaces the heart. Artificial hearts are typically used to bridge the time to heart transplantation, or to permanently replace the heart in case heart transplantation is impossible.
Okie, now! Enough of Biology! Just tell me how on Earth was this! 😆
Author's Note:
I know that this is not much, and is a filler part, but this is one of the most important parts of this OS since all confusion is clarified here.I will be updating the next part most probably tomorrow.
Ananya😳
Edited by PhoenixRadar - 12 years ago
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