Saturday, 16th October 2008
Outskirts of DelhiKirin heard the window opening and rushed to the bathroom door. Luke was trying to pull himself in by his good arm. She saw the state he was in, grabbed him under his good arm and hauled him through.
“What happened?” she kept repeating, but the words weren’t registering.
He fell in a heap on the floor and grimaced at the pain shooting through his arm. She helped him sit up with his back against the wall and rushed to fetch some water. His clothes were dirty and torn, his head and arm were coated in blood and he looked physically exhausted. Drinking the water gratefully, he looked up at her for a few seconds with a weak smile before his vision clouded and he fell unconscious to one side.
When he awoke, he was staring at the large fan that hu
