Virus Attack!!!

“It’s a classic case of virus attack”, he said adjusting his spectacles. Clad in beige chinos and a crisp white shirt, round bespectacled face, he was keenly monitoring the vitals. I was asked to wait outside. Sombre music playing in the background. The white walls around me heightened the anxiety and stress levels. Despite the AC being on full blast, my cotton shirt got dyed in sweat.” How could this happen... Virus attack... But we never took her outdoors… My little Mini…apple of our eyes… barely seven months old…where my baby would glow upon seeing my face.., giggles when I tickle her with my forefinger…now she is so lifeless and pale…” I sniffled with moist eyes. He walked out after what seemed like an eternity, though the minute hand on the big clock had not moved more than ten steps. He did not utter a word until we reached his cabin. Offering me a chair, he cleared his throat and said, “the reasons could be plenty. When did you first notice the symptoms? Like febrile and inactive or sluggishness. Was Mini hurt, as in a fall…” before he could finish his words, my wife barged in. “How is it... What happened to Mini… was all fine until I left for work this morning… just a couple of hours and…” she broke down. My heart ached for her. I had not wanted to tell her anything until the final diagnosis. How did things turn out like this? My wife continued to weep silent tears. In between sobs she said,” it’s all his fault. He never leaves Mini alone… they are up together till well past midnight. And up again early morning. Everybody needs rest. Mini isn’t a plaything.” I just wanted to hug her.

She was enthusiastic about Mini. But she pushed me aside and continued, “With this pandemic, being cooped up at home is been difficult. We haven’t taken her outdoors at all”. Seeing her all worked up, he offered a glass of water to my wife and asked her to take a seat. He waited until she gained her composure. “Let’s see what we can be done to our best. Let Mini be here for a couple of days. My team and I shall check for any other issues. Meanwhile, you can complete the necessary formalities at our helpdesk”. He said looking at my wife, half expecting another emotional outburst. We walked out to the helpdesk counter. My wife sunk on a chair in the waiting area, it seemed like the light of her life was extinguished. I proceeded to complete the necessary paperwork. Skimming through the disclaimers, my heart was in my mouth. Tears wouldn’t stop. The person on the other side of the glass asked me to hurry up. Seeing my plight, he assured me that all of this was just a formality and that they would take care of our Mini well. His words incited my already panicked wife, “you know what, he is glued to Mini all the time… even when Mini is connected to the charger,” she sobbed like a baby. I felt ashamed of my actions. The other guy gave me an understanding nod. Maybe… if I had been a little more careful, we would not have had to leave our precious little Mini with these strangers. There was no choice. This good man gave me an acknowledgement stating that my iPhone 12 Mini was handed over for repair. The issue stated the phone being unresponsive to touch with a possible reason as virus attack. My wife and I walked back home with a heavy heart and swollen moist eyes.