Chapter 6- A Bad Situation
Their pathetic bundle of supplies didn't look so terrible now, not after she had scoured the entire room looking for anything that could be useful. This should have made her happy, but it didn't. If anything, it made her more scared. It was obvious to her now that their accident wasn't an accident. This room had been prepared for them and their vehicular mishap was just a way to get them in here. There was a bed in one corner, blankets, sparse medical supplies, a tiny bathroom and tins upon tins of food. The woman gazed in worried dismay at the bolted door and the sturdy bars on the window, which were of course the not so pleasant aspects of their 'room'.
A soft moan from the single bed caught her attention. So great was her happiness to hear the sound that she scrambled across the carpeted floor on her hands and knees instead of taking the trouble to get up and walk across from her spot on the floor.
'Bad dream, Hank,' the boy on the bed muttered petulantly before attempting to roll over.
Divya assumed from the way Evan's eyes flew open that the young accountant had suddenly registered the pain from his injuries.
'HANK!' he howled in agony as he curled up into a tight ball of misery, clutching his stomach.
The young woman blinked back her tears. There were really good reasons why you weren't suppose to 'doctor' loved ones.
'I've got you,' she murmured comfortingly, massaging his back in large soothing circles. 'I've got you. Where does it hurt?'
'Divya?' the man asked, blinking around at the strange room in confusion. 'What happened?'
As he cautiously turned over, the PA automatically started to take his vitals in the tried and true fashion.
'We were run off the road. I don't remember anything after that. Do you?' she asked causally, as if she was commenting on the weather.
The young accountant touched his expertly bandaged forehead as he squinted at one of the windows opposite through which sunlight filtered in weakly. 'Divya, are those bars on the window?'
To distract him, she started to prod his stomach.
'OWWW! Back off, she-devil!' he retorted angrily. 'You have the worst bed side manner in the world. I swear to God!'
The Indian beauty smiled. The energy of his response assured her that he wasn't badly hurt. Perhaps it was the sting of the air bags impacting on his stomach that was causing the pain.
Without preamble, she flipped over the edge of his jersey to see for herself.
'Hey!' he yelped, dragging the garment down hastily. 'Not on the first date, sister. And anyway, aren't you engaged or something, something.'
The woman scowled at this response.
'I am checking you for injuries,' she answered him with a roll of her eyes. Divya would never understand why the young CFO thought he was God's gift to women.
'Oh…I'm fine. You don't need to check,' he responded with a slight blush on his face at his mistake. 'Are you okay? You are not hurt?'
She shook her head before sitting at the edge of his bed.
'Evan, do you remember anything after the accident?' she queried anxiously. 'Do you know how we got here?'
The curly headed man shrugged his shoulders and winced at the effort.
'Where ARE we? This doesn't look like a hospital,' he muttered fretfully. 'Where's Hank? My stomach hurts.'
The man on the bed jumped as the woman snapped her fingers sharply in front his face. 'Evan, FOCUS!'
'Okay, okay,' he agreed quickly. 'Just don't do the finger-snappy-thing again. My head hurts, too. Do you have drugs?'
'I have Panadol,' she supplied going over to get a glass of water from a sink in the corner of the bedroom. 'Evan, please try to answer my question. It's VERY IMPORTANT!'
'I think I must have blacked out. Sorry,' he conceded, raising his body slightly to swallow the proffered medicine.
'Yuck…this is water? It tastes like rust!' he grumbled. 'When is Hank coming?'
The woman tried to laugh, but it came out as feeble at best. 'It's tap water Evan. I think living with Boris is making you soft.'
The sudden widening of his eyes made her bend over him anxiously.
'What? Show me where,' she commanded her reluctant patient.
He shook his head in tight lipped horror. The man wasn't about to reveal to this woman that he was concerned about the car he was driving; a car which he didn't actually have permission to drive. Divya might kill him before Boris had the privilege.
'Did you call Hank yet?' he whispered weakly. His stomach really hurt now. 'Why is it so cold?'
Worriedly, the woman caressed his forehead. His temperature seemed normal to her. 'Evan, where does it hurt again? I won't touch it, I promise!'
The thin man grabbed her hand and laid it gingerly over his stomach. 'Well, it's more like everywhere really, but here most of all.'
Very gently she moved her hand under the edge of his t-shirt and explored the area. Beads of sweat popped out on Evan's face.
'Divya!' he yelled out. 'Please ….please, don't do that anymore!'
The man didn't have to ask if it was bad. He could see it in her expressive face.
'Do you know that you have nice eyes? I hope Raj tells you that often,' he said bravely as he squeezed her suddenly icy cold fingers. 'Is it okay if I hold your hand? Am I breaking any Hindu pre-marriage laws or anything?'
As the man closed his eyes to rest, she curled up against his side to try and keep him warm. To hell with tradition! With the back of her hand she wiped away the tears of fear she had been struggling to conceal and very gently she cradled his too thin torso to her chest.
If help didn't come soon, their situation would progress from very bad to much worse.