Chapter 1:
She checked her watch as she took elevator to the floor that
housed VIP wards. She had been in the hospital for thirteen hours now and she
had to push another three to cover for her friend. Her friend, Anjali, had pleaded,
begged, bribed and finally switched on waterworks to cover her rest of the
shift. She was completely exhausted after a rough day at ER. But like always,
she had fallen to the puppy dog expression that Anjali had pulled at the last
minute.
"Anjali dumped her work on you again?" Nurse at the
workstation chuckled when she saw her dragging her feet.
"Apparently it is 'the' date," she said air quoting "the"
and chuckled.
"It's a slow evening today so take it easy, alright?" The older
nurse told her kindly. "An intern is on rounds checking vitals and giving medications.
Keep an eye on her for me, will you?" She heard the nurse telling her as she
walked towards the ward area. Khurana hospital was one of the country's finest
and offered services and expertise in myriad areas of medicine. She was a resident
who mostly worked in ER, well respected even by the most arrogant doctors in
the hospital and had done few shifts in the VIP wards from time to
time.
She halted in her tracks as a young woman crashed into her
as she tried to get away from a room as fast as possible. Must be the intern,
she thinks.
"I am so sorry," the intern apologized and shifted her eyes
to the name tag and said, "Geet".
"It's alright." Geet shrugged. "What were you running away
from in such a hurry?" She asked as she handed over the files the woman had
dropped. The intern flushed. Geet raised an eyebrow amusedly.
"That patient in the room is...kissing a woman in his bed,"
she gushed. Geet resisted an urge to roll her eyes. She took the chart from the
intern and groaned loudly when she saw the name.
Maan Singh Khurana.
Notorious playboy, fourth born of the chairman of the
Khurana group, MIT graduate but a party hound since graduation and currently
making out heavily with a wannabe model in a hospital bed, both topless. The
girl on his bed had turned and looked at her sheer disdain and had continued
administering kisses on his neck.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite doctor in the entire
universe," Maan chirped happily much to the wannabe's protests. Wannabe pressed
her face in the crook of Maan's neck and traced pattern on the opposite
shoulder.
"Am here for your vitals sir," she said not looking at him
and pulled out BP apparatus. She strapped his left bicep and acted as if the
girl hanging on his other arm was invisible. She knew that she was pissing off
the wannabe with her actions and that's exactly what she wanted. As she checked
the rising and falling mercury, she hummed.
"Is everything alright doctor? Or is it all an elaborate ploy
to come and say hello," Maan asked cheekily.
"I think something is wrong," she said knitting her
eyebrows. Maan looked at her and waited for her to explain.
"I mean you have such a beauty in your arms and she was
molesting...err...kissing you few moments before yet your heart rate seems to be
normal and blood pressure is, frankly, disappointing." She said unstrapping and
packing it back with the apparatus. "You
are not doing your job very well young lady." She sneered at the girl and added,
"Well either that or you may seriously have a problem," she grinned and waved a
good-bye to Maan who was spluttering.
"Oh come on Dr. Geet Handa, why are you running way?" He
called from his bed as she shook her head and went out.
Maan Singh Khurana came to hospital and stayed in that room
whenever he felt bored or dehydrated after consuming too much of alcohol. She
had met him several years ago and since then their verbal spars had only
increased in intensity.
She smiled, shook her head and got on with the tasks that
were pending.
To be continued.
Edited by -Sookie- - 12 years ago
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