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Third person pov
Everyone is waiting outside the hospital room. It has been 4 days since the... Incident and everyone has slowly started loosing their mind.
Some were crying, some were worrying, sone were calm but everyone was troubled and restless because of the fact that khwaish is in that hospital room right now and is getting checked.
Khwaish's health has gotten really bad. She is suffering both mentally and physically. She today only had passed out due to her fever and was immediately rushed to the hospital.
Her grandparents got to know about this and rushed to check up on her that moment itself. Only some time earlier they had arrived. Her dada nitish tiwari and dadi chandni tiwari were continuously pacing around the halls. Worried for their poor khwaish. " What we're you all thinking, you knew my ishu had a fever but still you let ger be. I don't even know what pain she must be going through because of all of you. " Dadi spoke up, her sharp tongue doing it's work and piercing a thread in their hearts.
"Ma, we tried to take her to the hospital or let alone hospital she wasn't even leaving her room. No matter how much we tried she just stayed locked up in there, neither did she eat nor drink. " Anuj reasoned but dadi ma got even more angry.
"Why are you speaking it with such pride, it's not a good thing and couldn't you all use even a bit of force or even call us we could have helped. " She spoke, her nostrils flaring with the rage burning inside her.
She could not see her ishu in such a state. She loves khwaish very much, actually the most and dadi ma is khwaish's favorite too. She loves her grandparents by her heart and dies anything they ask her too.
" Dadi ma i am scared for ishu di. " Said aradhya hugging her dadi tightly as she hugged her back and said with a reassuring smile that, " Your khwaish di is going to be absolutely fine and be here with you in no time and you should tell your parents to help their children when in they are in a tough situation. "
Aradhya turned towards her parents and with a glare said, " Sunna aap logo ne. Jab bhi aap ka bacha dard ya pidda mein ho toh use baat karni chahiye naaki use jesa hai wese hi chod dena" She made a cute pout which lightened the mood a bit but still everyone was devastated.
Her words were true, parents would either neglect their child's pain and compare or scold or they would make the poor child uncomfortable in talking to them so they just kept quiet and let the pain be and let the wound heal without anything. Any support.
Parents would always let their child deal with their pain on their own not knowing how much it hurt.
Just then everyone's attention was on the door as they heard it click and open, the doctor walked out with a file. His expression angry. His gaze fell upon the family which was in tears and devastation was written on their faces.
The doctor cleared his throat and looked at them one more time before speaking in an angry voice. " You are such bad parents, your child has a very bad fever and on top of thet is suffering from PTSD; post-trauma disorder which has badly damaged her mental health, she needs to be given therapy as soon as possible or she might do something she would definitely regret."
