19. Injured miser
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"Your phalanges have a c***k. And meta carpals also have some cracks. The results of the CT scan will come tomorrow. But there shouldn't be any serious problem as an internal bleeding."
The doctor looked at the battered girl lying on the emergency room bed seriously. Without him asking and Anna saying anything he already guessed what had happened to her and that boy she brought the previous day.
Yes, this was the very doctor that treated Aiden.
The one and only.
Savannah's stomach was covered with black and purple patches.
The witches had beaten her very badly.
"The wound on the forehead is deep. I have disinfected it. The stitches will be removed 4 days later. Come tomorrow. I'll change the dressing of the wound." The doctor have Anna a strict look.
"I have prescribed some painkiller and ointment for the small cuts. Apply it at least two times a day."
The doctor gave a once-over look at Savannah and turned to go away.
"Doctor," Savannah called out to the young man.
He turned around and thought that like many other patients the school girl would ask about the stitches. Whether it will leave a scar or not.
Their faces mattered to them more than their life.
The doctor looked at Anna.
"Do I have to pay a huge amount of fee," Anna asked. Nervously.
The doctor was so sure that Anna will ask about the stitches and scars.
"Yeah there won't be any sca.......wait what did you say?" He stopped in between. The doctor wanted to confirm what he heard was right.
This girl is thinking about money.
He thought dumbfounded.
I'm broke.
I don't have money.
I don't want to pay the hospital bill.
Anna cried internally.
"How much do I have to pay for the hospital fee."
"Ohhh...I am not sure about that."
Savannah just nodded her head dejectedly.
"Is that all? Do you have any other questions?"
The doctor wanted to confirm that if she really stopped him only to talk about hospital bill and not about the wound that might or might not cause a scar.
"Yes. Thank you" Anna gave a polite smile to the hardworking doctor.
The turned around to go.
But he couldn't control himself of informing her about the scar.
"The wound will not leave a prominent scar. But..." he looked at Anna's expression.
Of course who will want a long scar running from the middle of the forehead to above of the right ear.
Anna obviously didn't wanted a scar but she knew that if it wanted to stay on her face then there was nothing she could do about it.
"...there might remain a slight line."
Anna nodded.
The doctor finally went away.
Her right hand was enclosed in a white thing called plaster. She couldn't move her fingers. Her head was also covered with gauze. Her stomach hurted with the slight movement. It even hurted when her stomach moved up and down while breathing. She was trying to breath very slowly so that her stomach didn't moved much.
If only murder was not a sin. If only I don't have to go to prison after murdering someone. They all would have been dead by now.
If Only.
Anna closed her eyes. She put her left forearm on her eyes. She was tired and just wanted to sleep.
And she did exactly that.
When the girls went away after beating her brutally. She stood up with the help of the wall very difficultly after falling down two to three times.
She was in immense pain. Savannah threw another mouthful of blood when she tried to stand.
Whimpering she picked up her bag from the ground. She took off the small thing she fixed to the wall hurriedly.
Savannah had guessed what might happen with him. So she just wanted to use this chance.
After all she can't lose this opportunity that came to her ,on her own. And she was beaten badly she should receive some kind of advantage for being beaten freely.
The mini camera was placed in her bag protected.
......
When Savannah woke up after 3 hour sleep, it was already evening and she had to go home. She hadn't informed her dad about her sudden visit to hospital.
He would he worried.
Savannah whimpered in pain as stood up. She changed into a black comfortable hoodie that she always carried with her in her school bag. She always wears black pants. And in these types of situations it always comes in handy.
Her stomach still hurted but now at least it was a little bearable.
Anna picked her bag with her left hand and slung it on her shoulder wincing a little.
Should I just runaway. I won't have to pay the bills.
She tried key word tried to work on her
She slowly slowly moved towards the exit of the hospital. Trying to run away.
She was just about to finally step out.
"Where are you going?" Her right foot froze in the air and she faltered.
Savannah immediately turned around with sickly smile and came face to face with one and only doctor. Who seems to have caught Savannah red handed trying to flee from the hospital without paying the bills.
Anna could only shed internal tears.
She smiled weekly.
I will have to pay the bill.
She was filled with pity. For her ownself.
"I'm going home." Anna said truthfully.
The doctor gave Anna 'are you serious look' look.
"I didn't signed the discharge oaoers. Which means that you are not discharged. In other words you are not allowed to go home. In very simple words, we need to keep you under observation at least till tomorrow."
The doctor looked as Anna looked more pale.
Her condition doesn't look good to me. I will ask the nurse to conduct some more tests.
The doctor could never guess the reason behind her pale face.
I have to stay in the hospital for another day. Means extra charges. I will have to pay another day's medical bill.
NOOO!!!!!!!!!
Savannah wiped her imaginary tears. That only she could feel.
The little money-grubber only thought about money.
Her stomach started to pain again as she was standing for a while now.
"Come I will check you"
The doctor said and moved towards the emergency ward.
But Anna didn't move from her place.
"You will be transferred to a room after a while." And it worked as the last nail in Anna's money coffin and she fainted.
Her last thought was.
My Money!!!!
Even her subconscious teared up. Thinking about the money she have lost in only a few days.
Haiizzzzz... Money was hard to earn after all.
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