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the physio clinic. Since you had a concussion too, I
would advise complete bed rest for a couple of days and then start the therapy.
Now let’s get the cast on. Any questions?”
    “Can I go to
the office?”
    “Yes, if
your office has a comfortable bed and an attentive nurse. All you need is
complete rest. I don’t really care where you choose to do it.”
    “Can I at
least work on my laptop?”
    “Definitely,
the left hand is all yours.”
    ≈

 
    FIVE
     
     
    At home, he
was greeted by Gopal, his trusted help since birth. His team members and some
others from the office came to check on him, but Gopal was very protective of
Gautam and urged most of the visitors to just say hello and leave so that
Gautam baba could get enough rest.
    After
complete bed rest for a couple of days, Gautam hobbled into Dr. Mathur’s
physiotherapy clinic with Gopal’s help. He was still very sore and
uncomfortable. With his right hand in a cast, he was clumsily flipping through
a magazine when a matronly nurse announced that Dr. Mathur would see him.
    He found
himself in a big, sunny room with textured white walls; numerous brightly
colored abstract paintings lined the walls in rich, thick frames. Erica palm
and frangipani in gleaming brass pots soothed the eyes. The room had various
kinds of equipment arranged in neat clusters. Oriental screens provided privacy
to several sections; a wind chime swung by the window and soft soothing music played
in the background. There was a dark mahogany table, bare except for several
pictures facing away from him. The atmosphere was serene and had a calming
effect on Gautam.
    The nurse
went ahead to help the previous patient leave the room while the doctor walked
towards Gautam. He looked up and stopped breathing. Was he hallucinating?
Standing before him, tall and straight, looking as gorgeous as ever, was
Sameera. He opened his mouth but couldn’t speak till shock gave way to
irritation and he blurted out, “What the hell are you doing here?”
    “Well, I am
Dr. Sameera Mathur and this is my clinic. You apparently have an appointment
with me.” She looked quite astonished to see him too but not half as irate. Her
tone was professional. “A patient-therapist relationship is based on respect
and trust, but since that may not be the case here, you are most welcome to go
elsewhere.” She sighed audibly. “I had no idea it was you when Dr. Yogesh
called. Anyway, you look pretty bad and your treatment should start without any
delay so I could refer you to my colleague.”
     
    ***
     
    When Gautam
opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange place, lying on a narrow bed
while an unknown woman tried to make him sip a strange pink concoction. His
left arm was clasped in a tight grip. As his vision and brain cleared he
realized that a nurse was asking him to sip some Rooh Afza while Sameera
checked his blood pressure.
    “What
happened?” Gautam was bewildered.
    “When you figured out that I was the doctor, you passed out.”
Sameera smiled. “It’s normal to pass out due to intense pain but your vital
symptoms are fine; I have given you some pain killers intravenously, you should
feel better soon.”
    Her brow
creased in concentration as she unstrapped the BP machine from his arm. “I
really need to readjust your sling so that your cast is supported well. And, please allow me to give you a session of radiotherapy for your knee. If you faint
again, you may fall on your wrist and we cannot risk that again. My colleague
is on leave today and as a doctor I would strongly recommend you to start right
away. But you are free to decide.”
    His whole
body was already injured; by fainting in front of Sameera, he had added insult
to injury. There was no way he could allow her to treat him or help him in any
way. Didn’t he have enough on his plate already without having to deal with the
one person he was most keen to avoid? Could a scatterbrain like her actually
treat him? God.
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events in