Hello Friends
This is small token of Love from me to MY BH... thats GD... on Her Birthday... May god bless you with all love Health prospects and many more...
Tum Jiyo hajaro saal yeh meri hai araju... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BH...
These OS is inspired by another OS on other fan fiction...
The story is all about Daya and in end Abhijeet...
Its all Daya's thoughts...
The background of the story is Daya is injured in one encounter and in hospital... he is thinking all these while things on the hospital bed...
The Gift
I, Daya, am bored.
Actually I am uncomfortable because of my injury, feeling restless and would like nothing more than to get the hell out of the hospital…. When asked though, I will tell them the truth – I am fine…. I don't understand why I need to stay here for one to two days more…. I didn't lose that much blood and for once I don't even have a concussion….
Sighing heavily, I shift my gaze to my right, but unfortunately the view hasn't changed since the last time I looked out the window….. Of course I would get stuck with the lovely vista of the red brick walls belonging to the adjacent hospital wing…. Even the windows across the way provided no interest because they're coated with some sort of reflective material preventing me from seeing inside those rooms…..
Getting desperate now, I turn the TV back on and begin flipping through the channels once more…. Perhaps there would be something I would be interested enough to watch by now; something that didn't threaten to send me into a coma….. I can't believe I had forgotten just how godawful programming could be during the day….. Half way through the available channels, I realize that none of the programs are different and I glance at the clock on the wall…... No way could it only have been five minutes since the last time I'd channel surfed through the hospital's limited selection…. You would think I would've learned by now….. It's not like this wasn't the seventh – eighth? twelfth? – time since Ihad been moved to my own room that I'd checked…..
I had been briefly tempted to watch the Home Shopping Station earlier, but managed to resist its hypnotic lure….. I didn't want a repeat of the last time I'd stayed in the hospital and had become addicted to that damned channel…... It was a good thing that their return policy had allowed me to return everything otherwise I'd still be paying off all the crap I bought while under the influence of the good drugs….. Sometimes I wondered if Abhijeet hadn't somehow previously called my TV tormentors beforehand because of the way the customer service representative had reacted to the barest mention of my name and immediately transferred me to a supervisor…..
I prefer to fight my own battles even though I outwardly complain about them, but secretly I love it when Boss does things like that….. I love it when Abhijeet shows how much he cares for me without actually saying that he cares about me….. It's probably where the 'functional' part of 'functional mute' comes into play…..
Feeling only the tug of my stitches as I shifted my position on the bed, it occurred to me that the painkillers were still doing their job without making me too loopy….. Maybe it was the drugs that were keeping me from completely relaxing and getting some sleep…. Because of the current case, it had been way too many hours since I'd last had any sleep…..
With another sigh, I turn my gaze towards my door hoping that view had somehow miraculously changed from a beige colored wall sporting a so very stunning sign indicating that the 'Nurse's Station' was to the left of my room. But, after only a glance, I confirmed that nothing had changed there either; it was still the same…. Which leads me right back to the beginning and the fact that I was— Bored.
Yes, I'd been injured and had supposedly lost a lot of blood, but I feel fine now…. I don't need to be here anymore….. I'm good to go….. I don't need to stay here for observation….. Even though I will be desk bound until cleared for field duty by Doctor Salunkhe, I could still be there at bureau right now helping the team catch the guy behind the creepy bastards who put me here in the first place….. My team was out there right now working the case without me and I'm stuck here with nothing to do…..
A nurse in brightly colored scrubs enters my room to check in on me, disturbing my thoughts and providing a much needed distraction….. I guess the one thing I did have left to do was to provide medical professionals with someone to poke and prod…. She checks my vitals on the monitors and takes a peek at my bandages while I flirt with her even though she is probably old enough to be my mother…. I told her that I was fine – as if that wasn't obvious – and reiterated the fact that I didn't need to stay any longer – again stating the obvious. As she left, she just smiled as if I'd told her something funny, and then suggested that I get some sleep, that I'd feel better in the morning…
Did she seriously think that I hadn't tried to get some sleep a million times already? I didn't dare ask for any help; they would probably drug me into oblivion and use it as an excuse to keep me here even longer….. Besides, once I woke up again, the drugs that put me to sleep often left me feeling hung over and nauseous as if I'd binged on alcohol….. The doctors have never been able to find a sedative which didn't do that to me to some degree….. I guess I'm my own personal 'Say No to Drugs' campaign….
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and slowly exhale trying to relax and allow the creeping feeling of tiredness and exhaustion to lull me the rest of the way towards sleep, but it's no use…. All of my thoughts are caught up in a whirlwind which refuses to calm down…. Over and over images of the case, the ambush in which I'd been injured, the idea that I'd missed something vital, and the desire to be out of here helping the team to catch the man responsible rush round and round through my head… They make me even more restless and unable to get the slightest bit comfortable on the truly uncomfortable bed….. Eventually they lead me to recall the look on Abhijeet's face just after I'd tried to get up off the ground, only then discovering that I'd been shot…. It had been a look that had screamed worry and guilt….
For a split second, as Abhijeet had locked eyes with me, I thought I had recognized a look I'd rarely before seen on my boss' face…. It was a look that I had noticed showed up when I was in danger or hurt in some way….. I want to say that the look was simply regret for failing to keep me out of harm's way, but this last time I would swear I also saw disappointment in the expression…. The disappointment seemed not to be aimed at me for getting hurt but at himself for not preventing what had happened….
As far as I was concerned, Abhijeet had absolutely no reason to feel like that…. We had split up to investigate a lead in a warehouse full of crates and machinery – Abhijeet and Ihad gone in the front and Rajat and Sachin around the back…. For some reason, Abhijeet had suddenly stopped moving forward and he turned his head to look at me with an expression that even now is difficult to describe…... He had peered forward again into the darkness, taken one more step, and then hissed out the word 'trap' just seconds before gunfire had erupted
Had Abhijeet not warned me, had he not said something, then I'm absolutely certain that instead of feeling the heat of the bullet as it sped past my arm, it would have killed me, and I would've have died the same way Tasha had…. I barely had time to register that thought given the chaos surrounding me and the instinct for survival kicking in. I don't remember getting hit; don't remember feeling the bullet entering my body…. The only thing I do remember is something tripping me as I sought cover and a defensible position….
Given the nature of the situation, I obviously didn't take the precious seconds to find out what had tripped me…. Once it was all over, and we'd taken out or captured the bad guys; that was when the adrenaline had backed off enough to let me know something might be wrong…. Abhijeet was suddenly there when I had discovered I wouldn't be getting up off the ground again under solely my own steam….. Boss pushed me to lie back, taken out his handkerchief, and pressed it down over my wound. …..The pain he'd had to inflict in order to help stop the bleeding caused things to gray out for a short time, but I managed to come back to myself in time to hear part of something Abhijeet mumbled….. I can't be sure, but what he said sounded something like, "sorry yaar der ho gayi…." Some movement I made must have alerted him in some way, because Boss turned his head towards me and that's when I'd seen the worry and guilt written plainly written on his face.
One question kept popping back into my mind from time to time…...
How did Abhijeet know where I was in that warehouse? Things were happening so quickly that he couldn't have seen which way I'd gone or known that I'd gotten hit…... It seemed like he knew almost before I did that I was hurt and needed help…. And how in the hell had he known we were about to be trapped? Ohhh how could I forgot he is sharp shine of CID… I really have no other way to explain how he always seems to know things…
I chuckle at the crazy thought that Abhijeet's Gut is not actually instinct or experience, but some sort of superpower….. Despite wishful thinking and a brief vision of Abhijeet in a superhero costume to the contrary, I know that's impossible….. My friend is just a man and in no way was his incredible sense of timing, his ability to detect lies, etc. anything out of the ordinary for someone who used to be a soldier and a sniper and had been a CID Snr Inspector for twenty years…. Still there were times, like today, that make it so I can't help but wonder…
I open my eyes and am dismayed that the big clock on the wall shows that only a half hour had gone by since I'd attempted to fall asleep…. Whipping one of the thin pillows out from behind my head, I beat on it a little to try and fluff it up…... As I put it back, I spot the crutches I'd been given leaning against a shadowy part of the far wall of my room…. I know I would rest better somewhere – anywhere – else, so for the first time I consider the idea of going absconding from the hospital…. I decide against the idea for now because it's still early yet and I would easily be caught trying to escape….. I'll give sleep another try first….
My body was craving it and I could feel sleep's pull, but for some reason I just couldn't let go…. I had this problem nearly every time I was in the hospital and it was definitely worse when a case was still ongoing….. I always rested and healed up better at home with ABHI….. I hate it here…. Besides the people who worked here, who didn't hate being in a hospital?
I rub a hand over my tired eyes and shift my position again, hoping I could find a more comfortable position, but that continues to be impossible…. Closing my eyes, I try yet again to let the pull towards sleep I'm feeling carry me away, but a few minutes later I'm punching the mattress a few times in weary frustration….
It's at this point when I once again catch sight of the crutches and let my frustration over my inability to sleep override both my good sense and the certainty that Boss would kill me if I left the hospital… Thinking it's better getting out of bed over within one continuous move; I throw back the covers, sit up, and slide my legs over the side of the bed….. My head feels a little off at the sudden change in elevation, but otherwise I was feeling fine…. Somehow though, I'd forgotten that I was still tethered to monitors and IVs despite their pull when I moved. Then, as I begin to stand, I recognize the fact that I'm not as fine as I thought I was…
Being a stubborn idiot, I ignore my body's warning signs and try to put weight on my bad leg…. I may have the good drugs pumping through my veins, but they are no match for the blinding white pain I suddenly feel as I stand…... The ground seems to suddenly be closer than it should be, but before I can go down and injure myself further, a pair of strong arms catches me…. Around the edges of my vision, the white is tinged with black and I can barely think beyond pain, pain, pain, but despite that I know it's Abhijeet who has caught me….. He always catches me even when I don't know I need it and even when I refuse to be caught…. I will be forever thankful that man forced his way into my life….
I'm not sure how much time passes, but when I am capable of thinking again, I realize that I'm being maneuvered back into bed by my boss…... Nurse gives me a lecture about calling for help when I need to use the bathroom and reminds me of what could have happened had my friend not been there….. My one to two day stay could have become a weeklong one had I injured myself further…. The tone of her voice, along with the way her hands were waving all over the place to help her make her point, make me feel like a five year old being scolded…. It was so embarrassing, and yet Abhijeet was obviously enjoying every single second of it…... My nurse administers some more mild pain killers, and she leaves after a final reminder to wait for assistance before attempting to get out of bed again…
Abhijeet has yet to say anything to me…. So far he's simply moved the room's only chair from under the window to right next to my bed before sitting down in it…... He tilts his head and narrows his eyes like he sometimes does when he's interrogating a suspect…. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for me to crack under the pressure…..
"Boss who mai…."
He holds up a hand which immediately halts my speech, likely preventing me from putting my foot in my mouth as I usually am liable to do around him….
"Kya chal raha hai iss chotese DIMAG me" he asks with a heated glare that would wither an entire nursery full of plants in ten seconds flat… I begin to answer, but he interrupts me…..
"nahi ab koi bahane mat banana… kya karne ja rahai the tum haa… lag jati toh….. tu samjta kue nahi hai Daya tuse yaha aaise dekh ke muse kitani taklif hoti hai….."
"itani hi taklif hoti hai muse yaha dekh ke toh le chalo na muse yaha se….." I manage to give innocent answer….
" Daya….. " his voice warned me and also confirmed me that my so called innocent answer had not done any impact on him…
"Sorry, Boss…. Who mai bore ho raha tha….. or nind bhi nahi aa rahi thi….. toh socha thoda tehel lu room me hi… per muse lagata hai mai galat tha…" I explain, a little freaked out by Abhijeets' outburst.
"tumhe bas lagta hai Daya" he quips then reaches over to give me a head slap before wrapping the same hand around the back of my neck giving it a slight squeeze and letting go….
He's about to say more when his phone rings…
"haan Freddy bolo…."
He gives me this odd look and gets up from his chair to stand by the window… He lowers his voice, but I can still hear every word. "haan muse kuch kam tha…. Or waha se sidha Daya se milne aaya hue….. tum or Vivek bhi nikalo ab…. " Just before he hangs up, he concludes, "baki sab kal dekhte hai…. Good night….."
Something he had to take care of? So Abhijeet came late to see me because he was basically he was busy with something? Considering the ongoing case, I didn't really expect him to show up until much later, if at all, so I'm not going to complain about him showing up late…
Boss is just sitting down again as I ask, "Abhi sab thik hai na?"
My friend avoids looking directly into my eyes when he answers, "haan."
Unconvinced, I confirm, "kya sach me?" then I point to my ears, tapping one to remind him that the room wasn't so big that I couldn't still overhear him.
He sighs and says, "mai sab sambhal lunga Daya… tu bas jaldise thik hoja… musaper bharosa hai na….."
"koi shak hai boss…. Waise tumne dinner kiya?"
"nahi socha tere sath hi kha lu khana… pizza khayega Daya…..?"
"what…." I can not stop my self and immediately gots yup in shock….. which given me again pain….
"aaahhhh"
"uffo yeh khan eke naam pet u sab bhul kue jata hai… ab aram se baith me abhi aata hue…"
"yes, Boss," I reply still feeling like Abhijeet is not telling me the whole truth….. "wasie usske sath ice cream ho toh or maja aa jaye….."
Abhijeet nods disappointedly as he stands…. "Back soon," he says, and then before he slips out the door, he orders, "tu aram hi karega"
Once my mentor leaves, I close my eyes and attempt to rest as ordered hoping I would finally fall asleep even though I didn't really want to miss Boss' visit. Unfortunately,even after my earlier stupidity, I still can't seem to quiet my mind…
I flip on the TV again in the foolish hope that by now there had to be something on to watch… But, as I'm flipping through the channels not really paying attention to what's on them, some of the things the sharp shine has said and done recently ping pong around the inside of my head. Thoughts, phrases, and memories attempt to connect and some actually do connect, but I'm still not sure what the completed puzzle is supposed to look like…..
I'm so deep in thought that I don't realize Boss is back until the milkshake he's handing me is right in front of my face and he's saying, "maine tumhe aram karne ke liye kaha tha Daya…..."
Jumping a little and reaching for the remote to the television, I turn it off and reply, "maine try kiya yaar….. per iss bekar se hospital ke mahol me koi kaise so sakta hai….."
Abhijeet smirks and nods his head, "I know."
I pick up the TV remote from my lap and toss it onto the tray table. And started taking bites of pizza which Abhijeet has just open in front of me….. there was a confirmable silence in the room and in my head while having dinner….
After finishing dinner….. Abhijeet sits back in his chair and sips his coffee for a couple of long moments.
"bas ab bohot hua Daya chalo so jao….."
" yaar ab nahi aa rahi hai na nind….. kya so jao so jao laga rakha hai….." I answer in little irritation…..
He silently place his cup aside and move near to me….. helps me to sleep on the bed comfortably…. Ohh yes now I am sleeping comfortably on same bed where I was feeling uncomfortable before some time…. My boss knows what I exactly want….
" chalo abhi so jao….. or mai promiss karta hue…. Kal subah me tumhe yaha se leke jaunga…. Per tumhe or kuch din gharpe rest karna hoga….. deal"
I smiled looking in his eyes and grab his extended hand with "deal"
"Good….. chalo AB SO JAO….."
As Abhijeet started waiving inside my hairs… I sleep started over powering me….. My boss is magician…. He knows how to handle me….. good night…
Once again happy birthday BH...