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Part 2
Uma nudged open the door to his room, and went straight to the bed to deposit the unconscious girl on it. He placed her head carefully, and stepped back. He had to call for help, but it would take hours to reach, the girl is unconscious, what if it's too late... what was wrong with her.. a million thoughts danced in his head each weighing down the essence of time, time which was running out while he figured what to do.
He took a few breaths in and exhaled to calm his unsteady nerves. He located the first aid box and returned to the room, standing at the door, something had changed. It was a different perspective he stood in front of, there was something different, a faint smell of something, something earthy and woody... he walked inside slowly.
He assessed the girl on the bed, her jeans and tunic were scratched and nicked in places. Her hands and feet were cover in dirt and dry blood. Her hair had tangled leaves in it and were over her face. He grabbed a pen from the side table and cleared her hair from her face. A wound on her hairline had blood stuck to it, and the blood streak ran down the side of her face - this girl was a mess and if he waited any longer for himself to take control. He would have a life on his hands and that was the last thing he wanted.
He steeled his hand to hold her wrist, checking for pulse, it was really low. He had to act fast. He held the cotton ball with dettol in his hand, he fixed his gaze only on the wound and set to work, determined to keep his mind only at the task ahead. He dabbed and cleaned the wound on her head, it wasn't deep, but it was a big cut nonetheless. He averted his eyes from her face, as he cleaned the rest of her face. Taking care not to pressurize any cut that wasn't visible to him. He bandaged her head and injected her with painkillers. She was injured but was out of danger, she had passed out due to weakness and shock. But what was she doing out here, was the question.
He resumed his work of cleaning her hands and feet, careful of not touching her directly, but having the barrier of cotton or bandage between his fingers and her. Her hands were soft and delicate, small compared to him, he shook his head and focused on work. Her feet were a different story. They were worse for wear, she was barefooted when he had found her, her feet were injured with sharp stones, nicking at places and small pieces of splinters and stone had made way into the skin. With the help of tweezers, he worked on the miserable feet. He trembled at the thought of what had happened to her. He bandaged her feet and pulled the covers on her. He placed the medical supplies on the side table and pulled down the shades. He turned back to look at her as he left the room. It was indeed a miracle, he had taken a step, for once the memories didn't come haunting him, his hatred took a step back... was it because he had wanted to save the girl, and he couldn't refuse her a right to live in middle of this no mans land.
Uma walked mechanically to the kitchen, pulled out a water bottle from the fridge and drank like he had been in a desert... the cold water stung in his throat and numbed his brain for a second. He wanted that numbness, to put out all thoughts of everything. Of him treating that girl, finally being able to do such thing, being in such proximity of a girl. He went out to the garden, raked up all the fallen leaves and worked himself like a madman.
It was late in evening that he realized he hadn't had food since morning... and it was time to check up on the girl too. He crept back inside dreading to see her again. Washed up in the spare room - his mind questioning why was the girl in his room rather than here. He didn't think about it and had gone straight for his, the comfort he found for himself he gave it to her unconsciously. He made a soup for he couldn't think of anything else. He ate and went to check on her. She still hadn't moved, but she was still there...- in his bed. Looking like a little scare crow. No he wasn't going to touch her hair, no matter how organized he was, he wasn't upto that. He placed two fingers on her wrist and checked her pulse. She was fine and could wake up anytime. He turned wrote a note 'food n medicine on the table -- eat n sleep - Doctor" that was a weird short note he had ever seen or written. He had written his name as doctor. He picked up a few things and exited the room, he could never sleep in there again. He would give it up. He closed the door as moonlight shone on the bed, on the scarecrow.
To be continued...
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