Grand RoundsThe boy was young and thin, and his skin was scorching hot. Scarcely more than thirteen or fourteen years old, he lay rigid on the bed, eyes closed, unresponsive to his surroundings. He cried out irritably when touched, and sometimes his limbs thrashed violently in an attempt to break free from restraining hands.
It was two in the morning in the Emergency Room, and Rahul’s eyes were gritty from lack of sleep. It had been a busy evening, and there seemed to be no respite. His cousin, Siddharth, was the house physician on call, which meant that he and his two colleagues would be handling all the emergency cases that came in during the night. It was Siddharth who had suggested that Rahul join him that night to see what a typical Emergency duty was like, and Rahul had agreed eager
