CHAPTER 5
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“S
ir!" A beautiful voice sliced through the air and pierced the heart of a clean shaved, well-groomed handsome looking young man in his OT scrubs.
"Yes Fathima?”
“How many patients are admitted in female ward?”
“You are posted in the female ward, aren’t you?" Surya asked plainly.
"Yes sir! How do you know?”
“It’s obvious. Otherwise you would have asked when you would get your stipend” smirked Surya. Fathima chuckled in response.
“You know what? I liked being posted in the female ward because you are there."
That statement sent a chill down his spine. Surya looked into her blue eyes. She had flawless milky white skin, with a scarf covering her hair with an elegant smile, moving gracefully to write note down the list of patients.
Pretty girls are quite dangerous as they do irreparable damage to your heart, making you vulnerable. They are a source of constant distraction. The more you try not to think about them, the more vulnerable you become. It was the first month of his PG training. He was clearly not aware of the harm that was harboured in those looks.
In Emergency Ward Surya was so thrilled when he heard that she was posted in the female ward in which he was in-charge. Trying to hide his glee, he pushed himself to focus on the routine work that had to be completed. He was charmed by her charismatic smile. No matter how hard he tried to focus, his eyes kept reverting towards her as if they were under a strong magnetic field. Her starry eyes twinkled at Surya. That made his heart to skip a beat.
There was no match for her beauty. He mused. She reminded him of an angel from a popular movie. What if Angels existed in real life? She had those invisible wings which blew away his soul from his body. The place was perfect for having a duet -scenic ice-capped mountains emerging from pine forests, specks of snow on the leaves, the water frozen to ice. Surya was wearing a light blue shirt and white pants with well-groomed hair while Fathima wore a light blue saree with beautiful golden ornaments, with a wavy silky mahogany hair. He comes close to her, holds her hands. They break in to a choreographed dance sequence and side dancer magically materialise behind them!.
Surya, who was lost in his dreams, was staring blankly at a patient in the ward. The young woman dark skinned, moderately built village woman was accompanied by her husband. He assumed that Surya was staring at his wife and tried to block his line of sight by standing in between them. But Surya continued day dreaming with his eyes still fixed on the village woman absent-mindedly. The husband coughed loudly. No response. He tried imitating the dry and hacking cough of a TB patient and finally dropped the idea. He asked the nurse to shift his wife to another bed by giving a lame excuse. This finally managed to distract Surya.
“Surya! Why didn't you shift the patient yet?" said a coarse voice. His dream shattered when a tall person with an untidy beard walked towards him.
The sharp voice of Ashish, the final year PG, resonated in Surya’s ears. He became alert and looked towards Ashish. Fathima also changed her expression and feigned innocence.
"Yes Sir! That is almost done" and looked towards the empty bed.
Fathima assured, "Yes sir! Surya sir was looking after the case without even blinking his eyes" and winked towards Surya.
"So where is the patient?" Ashish asked angrily.
"Here sir! A young woman in her 30s with pain abdomen..." and pointed towards the now empty bed. He was aghast. He loathed himself and helplessly turned towards Ashish.
"When I asked you to look after the patient, you were busy checking out your intern? Shameless!"
Soon a barrage of cuss words was unleashed upon him. Surya was left dazed. He helplessly scanned the ward in search of the patient.
"Sir! The patient is there," Fathima pointed her finger at the far end of the ward. The patient and her husband were sitting on an unoccupied bed.
"That bed was allotted to your wife. Not you! Useless fellow!" Surya yelled at the man
Surya’s sudden outburst intimidated Ashish. The husband was about to say something but Surya interrupted, "Don't talk too much i***t! I was trying to shift her to the OT and you suddenly disappeared.”
The husband was dumbstruck. He was unable to understand what Surya was saying. Surya intentionally spoke in English so that the patients didn't understand anything. Fathima chuckled for a second but Ashish gave her grim look which made her control her laughter. Meanwhile, the ward boy arrived with a stretcher and the woman was whisked away to the OT.
A few moments after Ashish left the ward, Fathima exclaimed "Whoa! You are great sir! I can learn a lot from you on how to stun people into silence!" and raised her arm for a high-five. He could gather so many details in that fraction of a second. He recalled the softness of her palm and tenderness of her fingers and continued doing his work.
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