Chapter 6

Nuella’s Pov

It’s been days in the hospital due to the compulsory bed rest given to me by the doctor and I missed being home.

“Hi Mrs Nuella,” a doctor said to me as she walked into my ward with a nurse who accompanied her. “Hi,” I replied and turned to her with a big smile on my face. “I'm here to give your last injection.” the doctor said as she brought out the injection and gave it to me through my drip.

“I’m so happy that I will finally be going home. I miss my bed and the smell of fresh air. I don’t know why but I kinda dislike the air that comes from the hospital. I feel like it makes me feel even more sick at times.” I said jokingly to the doctor who had just given me my last injection for the day.

“Most patients say that a lot of the time and sometimes I wish I could relate but I can’t even relate maybe because I'm used to the environment already.” the doctor replied to me with a smile while the nurse stared at me and smiled.

“No, I think it's because your case is different from mine and any other patients coming here. It's more like you are here to save lives but most of us patients are coming here with a bit of fear thinking we might just never return home.” I muttered with a sad tone.

There was a little bit of silence in the ward. “Hmm that's true, you kind of gave a point Mrs. Nuella.” the doctor said as she broke the silence.

“I checked your file and you are fully recovered and fit to go back to your daily life.” the doctor said to me as soon as the nurse gave her the file they came in with.

She also informed me about the drugs and maintenance medicine that I was to get and use for myself even if I was fully recovered. I noted it down and was waiting for Kevin to arrive so that I could tell him.

“Thank you, doctor, I will make sure to get them,” I said to the doctor as they left my ward.

A few minutes later Kevin was back from the house. He had just gone home to bring my hand cream because I complained about having dried hands. He rushed home to get my hand cream, I wasn't expecting him to come back so quickly because he left not long ago.

“Hi, are you good?” he asked me as soon as he came into the ward. “Yes I am Kevin and I hope it wasn't so much stress looking for my hand cream?” I asked him curiously.

“No, it was very easy, I simply followed your direction,” Kevin replied with a straight face. “Ohh wow, I wasn't expecting that,” I muttered.

“A few minutes before you came in one of the doctors came and gave me my last injection,” I said to Kevin. “Last injection?” Kevin asked me with a surprising look on his face.

“Yes, she said she went through my files and I was fully recovered and was fit to continue my daily life,” I explained to him. “Fully recovered? And fit for daily life?” Kevin asked me in a loud tone.

I was so stunned by his reply that I couldn't reply in words. I just nodded my head. “I mean why is he asking and acting this way? I remember vividly a few days ago when I rushed you down here, you look really weak, and the doctor who checked you said you needed enough bed rest” Kevin muttered angrily.

“I know you will say you are better but I need to see the chief doctor so that I can be sure that you are fully recovered. I would not forgive myself if I went home and then you start acting funny. Who is that doctor who came to attend to you in my absence? Is he/she a senior doctor and did she take a full vital test on you?

His reaction was still confusing to me because I thought that he would be happy for me since I finally had to be free from the shell of the hospital which I have always wanted.

“Kevin,” I called out his name, and he answered me. “Yes, Nuella.”

I moved forward and looked him in the eyes saying “I'm perfectly fine and you need to believe me and not what the doctors say to you. I own my own body and I'm telling you that I am fully recovered. I was able to stand and walk around the garden of the hospital yesterday and trust me I didn't feel weak like I used to. This time I was feeling good. I could even go twice if I wanted to.” He didn't reply to me, he just kept looking me in the eye.

“You know I hate being in the hospital and now I'm feeling even much better. Trust me, I feel more like me, I don’t like it here most especially, the hospital, the doctors, and the medicines coupled with the fact that I was also away from social media. You helped me recover faster and with your constant words of affirmation, I am better and yes the doctor was right, I'm fully recovered.

There was a long silence; it was more like a breathing competition in the room. Kevin looked at me like he still had so much to say but he couldn't put it together. He looked like he still doubted the fact that I said I was fully recovered after a short period of time.

“Hmmm,” he breathed out and finally broke the silence. “I would love to believe the fact that you said you are fully recovered and fit to go back home to your daily life but I'm not in support of this. You were told to have a long bedrest…” I tried talking back but he stopped me by giving me a sign that he wasn't done talking yet.

“So, if you say you are better now it is fine but when you get home you are not allowed to work or do anything yet, at least for the next month. By then I must be really convinced that you are back on your feet.” Kevin continued.

“One month?” I ask him, curiously. “Yes, Nuella one month,” he replied to me. “But I have stayed in the hospital for over one week doing nothing and I get really bored sometimes,” I added.

Kevin didn't look convinced or moved by what I just said. It seemed he already had it in mind a long time bef now.

“It's for your own good Nuella.” Kevin said as he stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. “I will be back soon, please use the hand cream you requested and wait for me,” he added and headed out.

I know Kevin is such a sweet soul and a very protective person and I felt it was cute and somehow refreshing sometimes because it made me look like a princess but this time he was doing it too much and I wasn't comfortable with it. He annoys me sometimes with the way he behaves. Besides, I'm no longer a child he could control or play around with. I'm a full-grown adult and I can handle myself.

Finally, he talked with the chief doctor who agreed to take my vitals again so as to confirm if I was truly fully recovered and fit to go home. The chief doctor checked everything that needed to be checked and stepped out for a while and a few minutes later I think he was done and the results were out.

He told Kevin and me that I was better and fit and it was okay for me to return back to my daily life. I was so happy with his final statement but Kevin looked like he still had some doubts.

“Finally, I am going back home,” I said with so much excitement. “I'm happy to see that you are fully recovered and excited about going home,” Kevin said to me as he packed my bags alongside two nurses. “But, you are still going to have your compulsory one month home rest like I said earlier.

“But that's not what the doctor said. He told us here that I am perfectly okay, so there is no need for a one month house arrest.” I muttered to him in a sad tone. Maybe he just wants to stop me from being happy. Why punish me like this? A lot needs to be done when I get out of here. And how can I possibly do that just by staying at home? I kept on wondering.

“House arrest? Come on Nuella you of all people know that's not a house arrest besides it's for your own good. I'm only doing this for your sake.” Kevin replied to me as he walked closer placing his hands on my shoulder.