Cupid in cardiology

 “Dr, Rosamma is having a chest pain.” I got up from my bed, it was 3.20 am. I took my stethoscope and went to Rosamma’s ward. “Dr. I am having pain in my chest.”, Rosamma said. She had a valvular heart disease. I examined her and ordered an ECG, nothing could explain her pain. I gave her a pain killer and went back. She didn’t have any chest pain that night.
During the next day’s rounds, the senior doctor examined and commented that Rosamma is much better now. I was happy, I thought that Rosamma could be discharged soon.
On that day night Rosamma complained of severe weakness of her left arm. I examined her and couldn’t find anything wrong. I was wondeed, what her disease might be. Then the nurse came near me and told “Give her an injection of distilled water.” “But, she is having weakness of her left arm?”
The nurse took me to a corner ,“Dr. She suspects that she will be discharged tomorrow and she want to make sure that she stays in the hospital”
“But, why?”
“I will explain it later. Can I give her an injection of distilled water?”. I nooded
The nurse went near Rosamma and gave her the shot ,“That was a costly medicine. Doctor thinks that you are having some serious disease. Anyway this medicine will take care of your problem”
After 15 minutes, I visited Rosamma again,. She was perfectly normal, her weakness had vanished.
“What do you think of Rosamma?”, the nurse asked.
“She has a graceful appearance, even in her 60’s, she is having a radiant face. I have heard that she has been here in the cardiology ward for more than 2 years.”
“That’s exactly what I was trying to convey. Why is she staying here? Why is she not discharged? Everytime we discharge her, she comes back the next day and says that she is having a chest pain and we have to admit her”
“Doesn’t she have any relatives?”
“Of course she has. I have seen her son coming and begging her to come back to their home”
“Then why is she staying here?”
“Have you noticed an old nursing assistant in our ward”
“Ya, that fair old man, who makes tea for the professor”
“Right. Every morning he will make a cup of tea and will give it to Rosamma, that’s the first thing that he does in the morning. They talk a lot”
“What’s your point?”
“I guess they are in love”
“Isn’t he married?”
“Ofcourse, he is”
“Hmmm”
She won’t disturb me anymore in the night. She died yesterday. Today I saw the nursing assistant, sitting in front of the kettle. Was he crying?