HWGA Chapter 3: Breakdown

After having a brief conversation with the receptionist, Amba was on her way to the A&E ward. As soon as she stepped in she saw her father. He looked like a mess unlike how he normally is. His designer suit was all crumpled, he’s tame hair was sticking out in all direction and he looked so old. That’s when Amba started to panic a little. In all her years she’s never seen her father so dishevelled. He was an OCD freak, he liked everything to be neat and now he was the exact opposite. Before Amba could over think some more and send herself into a total breakdown, her father noticed her and rearranged himself to look presentable.

That’s the problem with our family, she thought, we never show our true emotions and we’re always hiding something.

“Where’s Logan?” He asked her but she chose to ignore him and go straight to a doctor.

“Hi I’m inquiring about Khushi Kumari Gupta.”

“She should be coming out of the operation theatre in about 2 hours time.”

“Thank you.”

She turned back towards her father and said “He couldn’t make it”

He looked at her questioningly before he caught on that she had chosen to answer his previous question. That was the thing about Amba, she always followed her own pace regardless of anyone.

“Really? She’s like a mother to him, I’d of expected him to arrive before you.”

She knew her father was teasing her but that didn’t mean his comment didn’t sting slightly. But she kept her mask on. “I stuck him with a client.”

“Wait what?! You. You gave your client to someone else. Are the women in this family trying to kill me with shock?” She could feel the shock mixed with sarcasm of his speech.

“Well I had to come over here-”

“Don’t give me that. When you found out I was having an operation you still went on your business trip to America. Just admit you found someone you can’t control.”

“That’s not fair, it was a very important business trip. I don’t try to control people! People just generally do what I say. But this guy was just so infuriating! I just wanted to rip his head off. He kept on questioning my authority and challenging me.” She threw her hand up in frustration and planted her self on a chair.

“You know you’re mother used to tell me about a guy exactly like that. His name was-” But before he could finish the sentence the doctor’s wheeled Khushi into the ward. On of the doctor’s approached them.

“Are you relatives of Mrs Khushi Gupta?” he asked.

“Yes we are. How is she?” Amba’s father asked.

“Well Mr Gupta-”

“Malik.”

“Well Mr Malik, she’s had a good bashing to the head because her airbag system failed to work. We’ve done everything we can and now all she needs is bed rest to calm down the swelling. If she wakes up before the swelling is gone we’ll have to induce coma. But prepare for the worst.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that she’s in a fragile state and the brain is a fragile organ. So don’t be surprised when she wakes up and she has a change in personality or she can’t remember something. Just pray that everything will be fine. We’re doing all we can.” With that he left the father daughter duo stunned. They both looked at each other and knew this was the hardest thing they’ll face together.