I wrote something random for you. Chalo, I hope you can sleep now!
The sound of the siren grew louder and louder, the ambulance wheels screeched and the doors swished open in utter chaos. His pupils were like saucers now, above him he saw a whole dark night without a hint of moon; the glimmering stars were gilded in the black rug sooner to be transformed into faint white lights as the gurney on which he was placed rolled through the corridor; the drip set wobbled as the nurses ran along with him. He could hear faint voices which he failed to construe, he felt bile rising through his throat. He saw nurses scurrying from pillar to post and the snap of the gurney being lifted on a bump; the rolling of its wheels on the marble corridor was muffled to him.The white tiles of the hospital walls moved like an old movie screen and the lights overhead began to appear as dots in his hazy vision; his breath came in shallow pants and the sharp metallic musty tang of the blood that was bursting in spurts from the cut arteries and mangled flesh all over his body pervaded his dizzy senses. Senses paralysed, he could barely cry or scream in pain. He saw a huge blood spot on her palms.
Those hands never left his palms which she was still holding with surety and those lovely pure eyes hinting unfathomable depths never left him.
