39November 25, 2024
Porsad Hospital
Sanath lay half-naked on a hospital bed, too incapacitated to count how many painkillers he had been administered over the last few days. Three of his four limbs had dislocated bones, his right leg being the lone limb standing. He had cracked a couple of ribs, and a deep gash marred his right upper abdomen. Of late, he had found himself constantly worrying about whether the cost of his many surgeries could be covered, and about whether he would fully heal.
He tried to curl his right index finger for the fifth time that day. Again, all he could achieve was a searing pain at the joint that brought tears to his eyes.
He had never experienced such physical pain ever before. He had never seen such immobility in his body. But he had also never felt such pr
