A short story.
Two People.
Ex-bestfriends.
One is a doctor, Another is the hospital MD.
She can't wait to shoot him with words, he can't stop her from doing anything.
He feels responsible and she's the most irresponsible person you'll find.
Sh...
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Chapter 1
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The pager chimed and her half-eaten sandwich fell back to the plate. Chewing whatever mouthful she had, she retrieved the device from her white coat.
Code blue.
"Oh no!" she mumbled and stood up, eyes darting towards the counter of the hospital canteen. "Bhaijaan please take this and keep it away, I will come back later." she gestured to her half-eaten plate and beeping pager.
"Are Allah," the man groaned, signaling her to get going, meaning 'rush to the room she was needed in'
Smiling sheepishly, she made a run to ER-4 as the text indicated. The hallways are crowded with relatives who keep pressing the staff to get a glimpse of the family member they admitted in the emergency.
"Child my son..." An old frail voice made her stop, the woman looked worried, her eyes crystal and lips trembling with the anticipation of all the bad news in the world.
"Dadi-Ji, trust me. I'll do my best." she quickly assured, with a comforting smile and pat on her arm. She felt bad for her as she'll be waiting for the next few hours of constant panic. "Tension na lena app, Dadi ji."
Entering the bursting ward, she rushed to the nurses and doctors gathered around the patient, wearing her gloves she got to work quickly. "What's the status?"
