"Seven injuries on head...one major block in brain...6 severe stitches!!!" Dr. Shekhar hissed in anger and dropped the file on his table. He looked at his intern- Dr. Taani Shekhawat; one of the most brilliant in her batch. How could she do something this stupid? He glared at her while she stood in front of him with full confidence. She and fear were antonyms.
"Dr. Shekhawat, I am asking you for the last time. Why did you disobey my order?" His voice was deep and intense.
"You know my answer sir. I think he is comfortable here. I guess we should keep him here only.." She told what she had been reciting since last half an hour.
"Are you serious?!! He is brain dead for god sake!! Na bol sakta hai na kuch kar sakta hai.." He was cut short by her.
"..par sun to sakta hai, feel kar sakta hai. Uska dimag band ho chuka hai par dil chalta hai...I know he can be fine. Bas humein usse yaha.." Dr. Shekhar interrupted her.
"Dr. Shekhawat, you are forgetting that you are a doctor. Aapko dil se kaam lene ki permission nahi hai. You have to use your brain. Hum usse US ke best hospital mein bhejenge. Uska best treatment hoga and he'll be fine.."
"US mein usse best treatment milega, par vo dost nahi jo yaha hai. Uske ward ke saare patients roz uske saamne taash khelte hai. Vo unhe khush dekhta hai to khud bhi khush hota hai...vaha usse vo khushi nahi milegi...I know sir ki as a doctor mein shayad bahot illogical soch rahi ho, but mujhe pata hai ye work karega!" She said with full conviction. Dr. Shekhar gave up. She was far from getting his point of view. He told her to leave.
She turned the knob and was about to exit when she heard his words.
"Ek doctor ki life ki sabse badi misery yahi hoti hai taani. Saamne chahe koi bhi ho, even the person you loved the most, you can't take any decision from your heart. You'll regret this later.."
"Don't worry sir. I know I'll never.."
She walked through the corridor only to be stopped by a huge sound of laughs and giggles. She turned to her left to see the group of patients through the giant glass chatting as they all gathered around him- Reyaansh. That's all she knew and that too from a bracelet that was on his wrist when he was brought after the accident. The most severe case. They tried a lot but ultimately declared him brain dead. Since 4 months, he was lying on the same bed as taani daily examined her. She was his incharge, his doctor and nothing else. Not even knowing his full name, she still feel goosebumps with a single mention of him.
She entered the ward making everyone leave back to their bed. No matter how friendly you are, you need to be a bit strict with patients for their own betterment.
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She headed straight to Bed No. 242- Reyaansh. His eyes open and body still. Just the same as he was 4 months back.
"Congratulations!! Dr. Shekhar ne tumhari shifting cancel kar di hai!" She spoke to him unless the fact that he couldn't even hear her.
He was just a body with a beating heart. But she cared least. It was her point to talk to him everyday. While checking his vitals, she continued.
"Tumhe pata hai..vo wardboy hai na, shyam, uski kal shaadi hai. Laddoo leke aaya tha. Par meine mana kar diya. Mein diet pe hoo na! Par meine tumhara share bachake rakha hai..." Her blabbering continued while from nurses to wardboys and even patients looked at her with tears. It was her own way to make him feel that he is ALIVE!
"Nurse!! Wheel chair lao.." She looked at the lost nurse looking at her with a tad of glitter in her eyes. "Aaj Reyaansh walk pe jayege!" She looked at him again.
She pulled his wheelchair while he sat still on the chair. Her lips were continuously saying some or the other stuff while her eyes frequently rest on his expressionless face. Just adoring him gives another sense of satisfaction to her. Suddenly a ball hit his legs. Taani looked in the direction from where it came. A small boy of five came running to grab his ball again. She bent down and handed him the ball while playing a little with him. Soon he ran away giving a peck on her cheek.
Taani looked at the wet grass and then his resting legs on the pads of wheelchair. She removed his sleepers and slowly rested his feet on the grass. He couldn't feel it but she still wanted him to feel it. The essence of life, the joy to live.
Taani entered the ward finding him still as usual. His hairs were a mess though. Her head quickly snapped at nurse in anger before combing his hairs on her own. Her hands rest on his forehead as she carefully placed each strand of his hairs to its place. Her lips were continuously moving as she talked to him. Unknown to her, for the first time he blinked. She was too busy in checking the monitors to notice that.
It was her night duty. After making her duties, she came to his ward. She was used to his stillness now. She wrapped her hand around his weak and tube fitted palm and rested her head on it for a short nap. The night grew dark while a bit of sleep overcome her. She was about to sleep when a sudden sensation interrupted her. Like she felt a knocking touch on her head. She looked at their entwined hands and suddenly she felt like she was in air. His finger moved a bit and instantly her head moved to his face. He blinked and a tear escaped his eyes simultaneous with a drop from her hazel brown eyes.
She was right. He was brain dead but his heart was still alive. All he needed was someone to love that heart and thankfully he had one- Taani. Now all she knew was to work more to bring him back. He needs to get well soon, FOR HER.
P.S. Please do read the note below before you complain for another abrupt ending😆 Waise I am used to now😳 This OS has no connection with the previous OS that was posted with same name😊
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