Posted: 07 January 2009 at 5:13pm | IP Logged
Madam, coffee?" The girl asked me as I popped open a magazine. I smiled and reply " No thanks" I was never a coffee addict. I passed all my exams in school and even in college with large amounts of energy drinks but never coffee. I was always a tea addict but right now I felt like drinking nothing. I opened the medical diary and started reading. Medical was always my favorite thing to study.
I stared at the clock.. 4 more hours to cut before I would land in London and meet Armaan Malik. He was supposed to the miracle doctor, solving anyone's problems. But I wonder if he could help with mine. Mine was never a injury as all my injuries had healed up but it was more of a mind problem. I could never forget that incident, where I had lost almost all the wilingness to live.. I wanted to fight myself and begin my career again. I knew that after 9 years, going to college semed lke an impossible dream but I know I could do it but only under the mind circumstances.
I closed my eyes in order to nap away the pain. I was interrupted with the large intercom that told me to put my seatbelt on as we were about to land. There was much commotion in the plane with kids crying. I went to the restroom to change my apperiance up a bit. The scar was still over my head. It would never disappear, not even with the fading off the time..
I dressed myself nicely and went to sit down.Opening my bag, I stared at his number and hospital's address. The plane landed. I grabbed my bags and rushed out to grab a cab.
The cab driver was rosely merry and it felt nice for a short while. He infoed me into the entire London and finally my destination had arrived..
I stared at the Hospital - Sanaya Malik Hospital. I stared at the destination and gave the cab driver his fees and entered.
The hospital inside was large and spacious. It was a mix of blue and white colors and it was quiet and silence there but of course it had to be, it was a hospital.
The lady greeted me out in the front and paged Armaan Malik for me. He was in a surgery and I was asked to wait in his office.
I was attended by many people. I noticed the girls on the photo smiling.. I smiled at it and questioned to ask a nurse passing me by..
" Excuse me, who is this?"
" This is Sanaya. Sanaya Malik. Armaan Malik's deceased daughter and the other lady is his wife .. Mrs Payal Malik. They are no more."
I was shocked. Armaan Malik was married, and had a kid? and his childern and his wife were no more?"
" But how?"
" His daughter and his wife were runned by a drunk driver. It was very sad. Anyways, Armaan Malik's cabin was on the right"
I walked away. It was shocked.. Too lose someone like this was horrible. Drunk Driving brought me back to that horrific incident. I may have been in a coma for 9 years but these people were dead. Even though all my dreams shattered that day, I never wished ill for that driver, but I knew others had.
I walked into his room, that was covered with photo of his wife and his childern. I sat myself down looking either way..
The door opened, and a man stepped in, instructing his nurse to follow up on the insturctions.
He entered in and I finally stood up. I noticed a young man, maybe in his early 30s , dressed in a blue shirt with a white lab coat over it, looking freshly okay..
I was shocked to know that such man had lost so much in his life. I went numb as I saw him.
He saw me and was stunned. He felt a numb feeling across himself. I saw him go weaker and weaker. I extended my hand out to him..
" Hi.. I am Riddhima. Riddhima Gupta"
He extended his hand out to me.. " I know.."
Sorry for the short part guys, but had to write short, so it can unfold.
The myserty will be until 5th part. 5th part, you will know everything..