As narrated by Zoheb :
A week had passed. I don’t even know how, but it was now seven days. And with each passing day, the guilt consumed me harder and faster .
I didn’t care that I looked like a mess, I didn’t go to work either. I just sat there in the hospital and waited.
“Why don’t you go home and sleep for a while? “, my nani asked me as she caressed my hand “we will phone you if there is any change”
I looked at my nani and shook my head. I wasn’t going anywhere. Having her here made things a little easier. She sat with me when Nemo and I told Aara’s parents everything. ..about everything. There was no more room for secrets.
When Dr.Jamal spoke to us after Aara’s surgery, it was a second chance, there was no two ways about it. Yes she was in a coma, yes she was on life support , but it was a new hope, something worth living for and I was beyond grateful for this. I thanked Aunty Salma daily for not giving in to social pressure, for not pulling the plug. Because like us, she too had faith that Aara would make it.
People would say all sorts of nasty things in a sugar coated way. Aara’s parents had to hear from them that Aara was living on borrowed time, that they should end her suffering and sign on the dotted line. Of course Nemo would tell them where to get off but it was hard, on all of us.
And I missed her. ..I missed her so much. Never in a million years would I have expected this to happen, ever. I was coming home to her , to tell her that I can’t live without her , to tell her that I had messed up and that I should have never left , I didn’t want her heart to break, I didn’t want her faith to break. Perhaps these are repercussions of our actions. We think that we are helping someone by hiding something, but in reality, we don’t know what a void our supposed ignorance is creating in their hearts.
That I had done this to her, ate me up from the inside.
We were only allowed to look at her through a wall of glass, and that too for just a few moments.
It broke my heart when her nightmares began, as her body went into shock each time and as the curtain was drawn blocking our view and doctors rushed to stabilise her…It made me sink even further.
Dr.Jamal said that in his opinion, she was probably trying to fight against her situation, and the incidents that led to her being here had created a hurdle for her in her subconscience and that the trauma that she had gone through would make her recovery a longer process.
Today seemed to be a day just like yesterday, and everyone thought that they would be disheartened once again…but the news that we were waiting for, the words that we were waiting to hear…now echoed in my head!
As narrated by Sahal:
“She’s breathing on her own now. ..she’s not dependant on the ventilator any more ”
I was sitting on a couch in the waiting room, and when I heard those words I jumped on the couch next to me and sprung up like a bunny on a high!My sister was getting better! !
Every single person cried and hugged each other happily
” Can I see her? “,I asked eagerly
The doctor looked down as he said “she hasn’t come out of the coma, this is just a small step forward on a possible road to recovery ”
“Doc answer the question. ..can I see her? ”
“You may “, he laughed “but please, just one at a time and just for a few minutes. I know that this is difficult for you all but perhaps talk to her…she’s breathing on her own, chances are that she is also able to listen to what you’re saying so choose your words carefully ”
I got into one of those hospital gowns and sterilised my hands. I didn’t even give my parents a chance and I bolted into Aara’s room in the ICU.
There she was, her eyes closed. She looked as though she would wake up any second now. ..
For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to say to my sister. It felt as though I had to say something that would bring her back. Just like in the movies.
“When it’s her time to come back to us…she will “, my father said as he held my shoulder ” just tell her whatever you want to without any expectation ”
And so another week passed. .Every day, everyone would talk to her or read to her and every night someone would stay with her…just in case that was the night that she woke up.
But Aara seemed to be enjoying her sleep, as her vitals improved, even her nightmares decreased….but still, she showed no sign of waking up.