A/n: A wonderful young lady ones told me to do what made me happy. So, I'm writing a vivesha! Now, as ironic as it sounds, I usually find solace in sad, depressing stories , so I write sad stuff. And so, this is NOT HAPPY. Yes, it contains some happy moments, but the overall story is depressing. So if you're looking for something cheesier than pizza hut's Magic Pan, or something as fluffy as cotton candy, this is not for you. However if you are reading this because you love me, or simply because you can't find anything else, carry on. ;)
|| Love Me Twice ||
He stared down at his hands, twisting and knotting them as if doing so would hold back the turmoil inside him. Despair roamed the room, expelled on the breath of worriers like him and those doing their best to bite down on the pain that brought them here. From the corner of his eye he saw a doctor run down the hall, the papers on her clipboard rattling loudly, her high ponytail swishing from side to side.
Her ponytail suddenly reminded him of Tasha, and once again he felt the mist settle in his eyes.
"Tasha, seriously stop it. Your hair is making me sneeze!"
"Well, it's not my fault that you're jogging so close to me. Scientifically, my hair will move. I can't do anything if you happen to be close enough for it to smack you in the face. So shut up and jog."
"Scientific?" Vivek said, not bothering to mask the amusement in his voice. "Do you really have a scientific explanation for this?"
"Of course. Compare the ponytail to a pendulum. If you look at both a stiff pendulum and a more flexible string, of more than 10 inches, bounce it up and down, and do some math, it turns out that the motions of both the pendulum and the string satisfy the Hill equation, which refers to oscillations in a solution. Air still counts as a solution. And when you work out the math, the Hill equation predicts that the natural frequency of the pendulum or the ponytail will grow over time, causing the ponytail to swing from side to side even though the head is only going up and down."
"What the…"
He smiled at the memory. "Hill equation." Vivek mumbled to himself. Only the thought of her made his insides churn, it filled him with desperation to see her. He stood up and walked over to it ICU, stumbling occasionally, and ignoring the blank stares of the team. To Vivek, the short walk from the waiting room to the operation theater seemed to take forever, but he managed to drag himself in front of the doors to the room.
From the little window like frame of the door, he managed to get a glimpse of Tasha. Her skin looked like porcelain. It was very pale and white, compared to her rather bright complexion. Doctors swarmed her bed, bees serving their queen, racing to bring her back from the dead.
He assumed that she was peaceful, sleeping and hopefully thinking about him, and the thought made him feel less alone through the tears ripping at his throat. He turned around and walked back to the waiting room, where a TV played silently in one corner and the bland walls and the tableful of torn magazines suddenly became more appealing.
His team fixed him with the same blank stare again as he returned and sat down in the beat-up chair and took a deep breath. The air smelled of antiseptic and hairspray, and apart from the nearby whimpering of a small boy and the uneven breathing of the team, the atmosphere stayed rather eerily silent. Vivek realized he was tired. Dead beat, actually. And even though his brain was yelling at him to close his eyes, he couldn't quite bring himself to do that. His mind kept drifting off to Tasha. But he eventually did, and not seconds later, they were snapped open, as the doctor came barging into the room.
He couldn't quite understand the look on her face. She looked like she was starving in a forest when she had caught a deer, but had let it go the next minute.
"Sir… officer Tasha…" the doctor started, but she couldn't bring herself to complete the sentence. Vivek felt like grabbing her shoulders and shaking her so hard until she spoke, but he didn't have to do that, for she finally continued.
"Sir, she's out of dander now, but…"
"But? But what doctor?" ACP Pradhuman asked. His voice was dangerous, but Vivek noticed that it quivered slightly.
"Sir, we removed the bullet but… she's in coma"
Vivek felt like the doctor had ripped his heart out of his chest and cut it into a million tiny pieces. He felt like yelling at the doctor, but the more sensible part of his brain told him that that would be of no use. It wasn't her fault anyways. But he couldn't control the turmoil inside him. He could feel his knees give away as the doctor spoke, and he collapsed onto a nearby chair.
Everything after that became a haze, and he could faintly make out Freddy's arm on his shoulder. He barely heard him mumble comforting words into his ear, because he remembered only what the doctor said. It kept repeating over and over in his head, and even though a small part of his brain still had hope, he thought he was going to lose her forever.
He could feel Freddy try to lift him to follow the others into Tasha's room. Shakily he stood up and walked to the doors of the ICU, but he couldn't bring himself to enter the room. Instead, he turned around and gloomily walked over to the place where he had been sitting, and fell onto the chair with a thud. From the corner of his eye, he could see Freddy walk over to him and sit down in the chair beside him.
Very slowly, as if it pained him to do so, he craned his neck to the side and pinned the older officer with a look. It was mixed with disbelief and anger, but most of all guilt and grief. Freddy seemed to understand and just nodded reassuringly.
The two of them sat there for a while until Freddy asked, "Today has been quiet a day, I guess?" Vivek just snorted sadly at the comment. He had known Freddy for six years, and it still surprised him to this day that Freddy seemed to know exactly how he was feeling or what he was thinking. They were like twin brothers, only with the age difference. It was so surprising that it was scary sometimes.
Then there was Tasha. Vivek sighed at the thought of her. Tasha was a whole different story. While Freddy was like an older brother to him, Tasha had always been something different. She was always his best friend, and the truth was that he had fallen for his best friend. He had fallen too fast, too far and too deep for the brown eyed girl. The same best friend who laid on a hospital bed, in coma, the very same friend he couldn't bring himself to see in that state.
Vivek took a deep breath and looked around the waiting room. Maybe he would wait here for a little longer and try to muster some courage to see her like that. Maybe that or maybe his heart would clench and his stomach would turn again and he wouldn't be able to see her. Maybe.
A/n: Thank you to Poesia-Raro, for going over this for me. And my friends and I have come up with this one week in a year, where you thank everyone that has done something for you, or anyone that means a lot to you. So I would like to take this moment to thank all my readers for putting up with my rubbish and to all the writers here for being so freaking amazing. But, for being my inspiration ever since I came to FanFiction. Net, for being so supportive and for being like my older sisters and for being my best friends, Originald143 and Poesia-Raro, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You guys are truly AMAZING. I LOVE YOU! :)