Flash back
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"What are you trying to read in my eyes?" she asked as she was on the verge of submission. She was losing herself his ocean blue eyes. “How can I read, when I am myself getting lost in them", he said looking deep into her black eyes.
“Such an old pick up line. Try harder, cause I don’t have oceanic eyes like yours!” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, you don’t", He said grabbing her chin with his fingers pulling her face towards his. The intensity his eyes carried sent shiver down spine. She tried her best to hide it. "Because they hold entire fucking Cosmos!" He said under his breath.
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“Senior!", Dhriti slightly flinched as she was abruptly jolted back to the present. "The woman is back to her consciousness” said Tara, her junior. It was Dhriti’s third unsuccessful operation of her 2nd year practice.
The clock was striking 12:00 am, and she was watching the stars in the night sky. ‘It’s the darkness which helps everyone to shine bright like diamonds’, she reminded herself. "Get yourself together, Dhriti", she urged to herself.
Night 10 pm (two hours ago)
It was a kind of rough day for Dhriti. Series of operation one after the another. Out of three operations she performed, two went smoothly, but she failed to save the last patient.
It was an emergency case of a road accident, where the patient had extreme internal bleeding and was also brought to hospital at the very last moment. Extreme damages in the prefrontal cortex brain, brain stem and due to sudden high external pressure in the upper abdomen leading to damage in the kidney along with many minor injuries.
The patient’s family cursed her saying, (yelling to be precise) it was her mistake and what irritated them more was that, Dhriti’s tranquility. She didn’t say a word back.
“How dare kill my son! He was the only support to me. How dare you say that your sorry, Ill make your life a living hell. I am lawyer I’ll file a case against you and the entire hospital, I’ll make sure u screw the rest your life in jail!” the lady screamed out of her lungs.
Dhriti was standing two metres away from the woman. The only words she spoke after coming out of operation theatre was that she was sorry the patient was no more.
Though the woman who claims herself as the patient’s mother, was creating chaos, she was keenly absorbing the woman’s behavior. She looked around the age 50 to 55. Her breathing pattern was erotic, overweighed for her height, pretty sure she has some breathing disorder.
She is under hypertension now, she may faint anytime.The woman, patient’s mother was venting out all her distress on her for 15 minutes straight forgetting the fact that the person in front of her was human too, not the God to bring her dead son back to life.
Dhriti gave signal to her juniors to get ready with emergency care because she knew the women would faint anytime now. It took them by surprise, as their senior was still looking at the situation with professionalism though an unknown woman was disrespecting her right in front of the entire staff.
Time: 12:40 a.m.
Dhriti looked at the woman and asked, “Are u ready to listen to a brief about your son’s cause of death?”.
“What’s the use when I can’t get him back now” She cried in agony.
“So you can send me to jail and screw my life”, said Dhriti looking into her eyes, shocking all her juniors and staff for a moment but they knew her well enough as she never held grudges for long, saying things on face was one for special ability.
She explained what exactly happened to her son. “Here are the reports of your son, you can also have second opinion with the doctors you know. Let me know when you are sending me to jail, actually, I need a break from my work too, “ she said sassily with a straight face.
The lady was emotionally exhausted hearing to death news of her son, but how could she curse a doctor for no reason. The woman stared her with a bit of guilt but didn’t apologise. Many people blabber shit when they are in stress and never say sorry, because they think the other people will understand them noticing his or her inner turmoil. But hold on, that other person is human too, right?
Dhriti gave the woman another prescription and a brown cover of tablets “These are your tablets, your blood pressure is high and osmolarity weak as well. You need to work on your diet, and reduce your weight, “ said Dhriti as she was almost walking out of the ward.
As she was about to exit the ward, she heard a feeble voice. “I am sorry doctor, my emotions took the best of me” said the woman with a low, hoarse voice as she couldn’t hold back the guilt anymore.
Dhriti didn’t have time to acknowledge that apology because it looked like she forced her to say sorry. She walked out without turning her back. She was done for the day.
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2:00 am
Dhriti’s penthouse;
Trisha was dragging herself towards the main door as she knew her gloomy sister was waiting outside the door. She opened the door saying “Why …why me? I am so done waiting for you almost every night in the hall,” she said whining, acting as if she was dozing off on the door handle.
“You know I have a spare key, so why did you wait?” Dhriti said entering home flopping herself on the sofa, stretching her joints. “Why did you ring the bell with an extra key Dr Malhotra”, Trisha said raising her one eye brow, but the next moment she knew she was in trouble.
“Water? I’ll get u some water! You go change I will serve dinner” she tried to divert the topic. Dhriti didn’t reply for a minute and was staring at her sister like a triggered hawk. “Go back to sleep!” slit straight order, with no room for argument.
Trisha was waiting for her the exact words and ran upstairs, when she realised that she didn’t apologise to her sister.
“You did a great job today, Dr Acharya, and please tell my gloomy dhee (sister) that I am proud of her and sorry too” Trisha said running back to her room.
It did bring a small smile on her sister’s face. It is these small appreciations and compliments from loved ones which makes the day complete, isn’t it?
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