Part 4
Harman had pulled the chair away from the bed and had settled himself in it though his large frame became quite cramped in the tiny steel structure. He shifted uncomfortably in it the room was silent except for the steady beeping of the machines she was hooked on to, he gazed at the clock fixed on the wall in front 10:30 pm. It was clear he was not going to get any sleep in that pathetic piece of furniture and had stood up in a fit wondering why they never considered making chairs that could accommodate people other than size zero. He walked to the curtained windows pulling them back he let the room bathe in the moonlight that filtered through the glass panes. He stood contritely formulating plans in his head he had no information on the girl except for the name for all he knew that too could be a hoax. Yet she was his responsibility in a way, keeping her here would mean inviting trouble once the woman opened her eyes she would start speaking and that could spell disaster for him. He had to whisk her away to Mumbai before she gained consciousness once there he could get her treated and trace out her folks as soon she got better. That way he wouldn't have to compromise on his work or fear the risk of exposure to the media, if her family decided to press charges he could always shut their mouths he knew how to get about with it.
After all money did away with all problems though somehow even with all the money in the world he had failed to buy himself peace of the heart. But that was a different aspect of his life one that he had vowed never to reopen he had to live, live to be the best, live to show the world Harman Singh was invincible. He turned around to see the girl stir slightly, she moaned in pain and mumbled in her unconscious state "No.." she murmured "Please...no" she had stressed slightly the urgency in the words uttered baffling Harman. Maybe she was having a nightmare he thought of Monty and his reactions to her ranting had he been here he'd have branded her as a certified witch there and then. Turning his gaze back to the windows he looked down them scanning the parking area of the hospital roving his eyes over the well-lit foreground in an attempt to locate his Audi and succeeded in spying it parked in a corner. The interior was dark which meant Monty had dozed off, good for him Harman had thought he could keep watch over the woman while he slept on their way back to Mumbai. Oh yes the journey back taking out his cell phone he had dialed his assistant Sharma's number "Get me three tickets to Mumbai and have them delivered to Simla State Hospital by tomorrow morning" he had instructed the man on the other end. "One will be mine, the other for Monty and a third one for Soumya, specify it as being for a disabled person... Make arrangements for medical staff to be in attendance at Singh mansion before our arrival" well at least that was taken care of. The doctor had then entered the room to find him standing checking the girl's pulse and blood pressure he had assured Harman of her condition being stable much to Harman's relief.
Morning had seeped in slowly and Harman had been awakened by the cheery bustling of a nurse as she went about her tasks administering the girl with an injection. Harman found himself crammed in the excuse of a chair he had managed to fit in after much struggle his neck and joints were stiff for having to sit upright for a large part of the night. He ran a careful hand over his neck cricking it in multiple dimensions checking the time he found it to be 8:30 in the morning. Leaving the nurse to her work he exited the room in search of a lavatory and having located one freshened up splashing cold water on his face numerous times he rinsed his mouth thoroughly bathing his cut simultaneously. It was then that he studied himself in the clear glass of the mirror afore him. His eyes were puffy his bruise has changed color from a light shade of red to deep crimson his lip was swollen badly though the rest of the features were quite the same. He ran his hands through his silken hair settling it. One thing he liked about himself was that he was non fussy about his looks though what he failed to realize was that it was his negligence that blessed him the unabashed charm women found absolutely irresistible.
Wiping his face with a wad of paper towels he returned to the room to find the doctor from the night earlier in attendance. "How is she doing doctor?" Harman had asked casually. "Much better Mr. Singh I reckon once the wounds heal she'll be perfectly alright" the doctor had smiled, his first since their meeting precisely 12 hours ago. Harman had nodded his head slightly he actually didn't give a damn to her progress all he wanted was her away from here before she opened her blessed mouth. He saw Monty amble down the corridor he had been thoughtful enough to fetch his master a steaming cup of latte, "Sir Coffee" he had handed him the paper cup. "You had breakfast Monty?" Harman had inquired to which Monty had answered in the negative. "Doctor could we grab a bite till you organize the discharge papers" Harman had asked and gaining permission had driven off to a coffee shop he had noticed on his way to the hospital earlier. Monty of course had taken off to treat himself to a simple chai from the dhaba at the corner Harman had provided him the money to breakfast at his will. Sipping on a black coffee Harman had bit in a freshly baked doughnut and had called his assistant yet again. "Sharma what about the tickets?" he had questioned asking him to get them delivered at the airport itself he had finished his drink and reached his car Monty awaited him pensively. The discharge process had been a smooth task collecting the tickets from the airport an hour later they had boarded the plane together Harman had taken care of getting his car delivered to his doorstep two days later.
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