Chapter 7 C7

"Strange? What do you mean, Doctor?" Mum asked, not because she was concerned for my health but because she didn't want any of their plans disrupted.

"Is she going to die?" Dad asked the doctor which made the doctor turn to look at him in utter shock.

"What!?" The doctor almost screamed in shock.

"How could you say such things, sir." The doctor asked him.

"If you're going to be this negative around my patient, please leave this room." The doctor added.

"We're so sorry Doctor, my husband was just worried for our daughter. It was just the wrong choice of words." Mum said, coming to the rescue once again.

"It's fine, I just do not like any negative utterances and actions around my patients, whether they are conscious or unconscious." The doctor explained further.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. It won't happen again." Dad said to the doctor.

"There's no problem." The Doctor replied after which, he picked up his stethoscope and checked my heart beat once again while my parents watched in anticipation. He found out it was almost back to its normal beat per minute.

"Okay, this is much better." He said to himself.

"Is she going to be fine?" Mum and Dad both said at the same time.

The Doctor looked stunned but he smiled and responded to their question.

"Yes, she is."

Looking at me, and then looking at the wristwatch strapped to his left wrist, he added.

"In fact, she should wake up any moment from now..."

He was still talking to them when I slowly opened my eyes but as I opened them, I felt a sense of disorientation coupled with a severe headache. It was like my skull was about to crack open. I tried to sit up but I felt the sharp pain in my shoulder, which made me wince in pain and this called their attention, so I had to lay down on my back.

My eyes wandered around the room and I saw the different machines and monitors that were attached to my body.

I couldn't help but notice that the room was not a regular one. Apart from the fact that I was the only patient in the room, it was much different from the ones I used to see. This looked very much like the ones I had always seen in the many romantic movies I had seen in the past, where the rich main character of the movie had an accident and was taken into one of the VIP rooms because he could not be seen sharing a room with "mere people". It looked like it was prepared for a very important person, which I was sure I wasn't.

The room was an elegant and spacious suite, which was designed to give the occupant the utmost comfort and privacy. It had a sizable king-sized bed with soft pillows and lovely sheets.

The bed had bedside tables on both sides, each with a lamp and a telephone for easy communication with the hospital staff. The room also had a very comfortable couch and a sofa for visitors to sit on during their stay.

There was also a big red button by the side of the bed, which the patient can press in case of an emergency and they are unable to use the phone.

The walls of the room were beautifully decorated with soothing artwork and there were large windows that not only let in natural light but also offered a stunning view of the surrounding area which helps the patient have a clear mind.

In addition to the beautiful walls, the windows had remote-controlled curtains, which covered the windows, for ease, when the patient didn't want much light and also for privacy. There were also air diffusers in the room. The room was also equipped with a large flat-screen TV, high-speed internet access for entertainment and communication.

Furthermore, the room had a private bathroom with modern fixtures, including a shower, a bathtub, and a vanity. The bathroom was stocked with towels, robes, and premium toiletries for the patient.

There was also a mini-fridge stocked with refreshments and snacks and the room also has more than enough storage space for personal belongings.

I was in shock at how gigantic the room was that I began to wonder how I got there and who would foot the bill, knowing well that I had no dime of my own.

"Who could have brought me here?" I asked myself.

"How did I get here?" I asked myself in my thoughts one more time.

"I wonder what happened to me to have landed here at the hospital and why does my body feel so much pain." I had so much to say to myself and I heard the inner voice in my head mock me but I paid no attention.

I rubbed my temple as I tried to remember what had happened to me but yet again, my memory failed me.

The last few things I could remember was that; I was holding a golf club, thinking I was about to strike a thief.

A man's back was turned towards me because he was angry, and another one was in front of me. After that, I could not remember anything that transpired.

I tried to piece back the pieces of what I remembered, hoping to be able to put together the events that led to me being hospitalised but that only caused more headache for me and I had to stop trying for a while.

"Oh! Mrs Zaveri, you're up." The Doctor said as he walked briskly to my side as I looked at him, confused.

"Mrs Zaveri? Who is that?" I asked him, still in my confused state.

He immediately looked at my parents, who were also watching with their mouths wide open in utter shock.

I further complicated matters when I asked another series of questions;

"Is that my name? Where am I? Who are you?"

Immediately, the Doctor picked the phone on the table by my side, called another doctor and nurse.

"Come to VIP ROOM 501 immediately, it's an emergency! He thundered through the phone.