The Hospital

I penned this story, The Hospital, a few years ago while taking an educational course by correspondence.

The Hospital

“Ahh…” Asha Bhat disappeared in front of the motorcycle. The man on it backed off and putted away.

Radha Srinivasan ran to her friend.

“Asha, are you ok?”

Asha did not reply. She had lost consciousness since her head had hit the footpath. Radha hired a taxi to take them to the nearest hospital.

Though the hospital was nearby, none of the doctors was ready to even touch Asha, without a police complaint. By then, she was profusely bleeding from the forehead. Radha met quite a few doctors, but nobody seemed to be interested in helping an accident victim at that moment of time.

Finally, Radha decided that enough was enough. She had placed Asha face up carefully on a sofa near the entrance of the hospital.

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion. A big police van entered the gate of the hospital with an ambulance tagging along. A badly wounded man ridden with bullets was brought in on a stretcher.

Radha stood up. She was worried about Asha. So, when one of the officers wearing plain clothes and shouting orders into his walkie-talkie passed her, she caught hold of his arm and pulled him toward her friend.

“Nobody is ready to treat her.”

To be continued…