Prologue - He is dead

Dr . Lahiri enters the OT room. The first thing he sees is that the man whom he will be going to operate on at 3:00 in the night is lying on a gurney, semi-conscious, and carefully on the operating table. His shaven head was scrubbed and painted with Alcoholic chlorhexidine to prevent surgical site infections, gleaming under the operating bright yellow torch lights. He was as pale as death.

Dr . Lahiri at 46  years of age, is an expert Neurosurgeon. In his team members, there are two resident doctors , an anesthesiologist, two scrub nurses who handles sterile equipment while assisting a surgeon during a surgical operation) and a circulating nurse.

Keithy, another resident doctor, checked to make sure that everything they might require it. She glances at the wall and monitors oxygen saturation, carbon dioxide, temperature, muscle stimulators, precordial stethoscope, EKG, automatic blood pressure, and disconnect alarms. Everything was in order.

The anesthesiologist strapped a blood pressure cuff on the patient's right arm, then
placed a rubber mask over the patient's face.

"All right, now.

Breathe deeply.
The patient is then asleep before the fourth breath.

The procedure began.

Dr . Lahiri was operating on the patient. He said aloud" "There's an area of damage in the middle of the brain, caused by a clot that's broken off the aortic valve. It's blocking a small blood vessel on the right side of the brain and extending slightly into the left half.""It's at the lower edge of the aqueduct of Sylvius.

Dr . Lahiri said "Scalpel."

A tiny burr hole about the size of a dime was made by an electric drill to expose
the dura mater. Next, open the dura to expose a segment of the cerebral
cortex that lay underneath.

"Forceps!

The anesthesiologist called out, "Blood pressure's dropping!"

Dr . Lahiri said, "Get some more blood into him!"

They were all looking at the monitor. The curve was rapidly flattening out. There were two quick heartbeats followed by ventricular fibrillation.

"Shock him!" Lahiri snapped. He quickly attached the electric pads to his body
and turned on the machine.

The patient's chest heaved up once and then fell.

"Inject him with epinephrine! Quick!"

"No heartbeat!" the anesthesiologist called out a moment later.

Once again, there was a quick convulsive movement.

"No heartbeat!" the anesthesiologist cried.

"Asystole. No rhythm at all.

Desperately, they all tried one last time. The body rose higher this time, then fell
again. Nothing.

"He's dead," Dr. Keithy said.

Here outside the OT room, a girl was sitting on a steel-made waiting bench, her medium-length hairs made a veil around her face. She holds her head with her hands. What happened to her just two and half hours before she could hardly believe her eyes, what she saw still gave her a spine chilling thrill. But the main thing was that she didn't know that after this night one dreadful chapter of her life was going to unfold which she never imagined in her worst nightmare. 

Suddenly she felt a touch of a familiar hand in her head.

"  I'm sorry, Saanjh "

She raised her head slowly and glanced at the person.

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Inspired by a novel by Sydney Sheldon
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