Vikram glanced impatiently at the clock on the wall. Where was Sanjana? It wasn’t like her to take such a long break in the middle of her shift like this. He’d always been impressed by what a hard worker she was. But he also knew just how upset she was at seeing the extent of Seema’s injuries. The burn from two nights ago had been weeping and was covered in dirt and grime from the highway. Seema had also sustained several broken bones, a head injury, and a potential ruptured spleen. It had been a long time since he’d
seen anyone so badly hurt. And knowing Sanjana, she was likely blaming herself even though there was absolutely nothing she could have done to prevent what had happened. Still, he couldn’t help sending up a quick prayer for Seema’s recovery. And then shook his head in mild disbelief when he realized he’d prayed more since
attending gurudwara with Sanjana than he had in the year his sister had hounded him to go. Not that he planned on telling Kimberly that.
Julie came abruptly around the corner and barreled right into him. He steadied her with his hands on her shoulders. “Whoa, take it easy.”
“Sorry,” she said with a murmur, making a stride back. “It’s been so insane occupied.” She grimaced. “Have you seen Sanjana? One of her patients needs something for torment.” “I’ll discover her,” he guaranteed. “Simply get her patient the agony prescriptions for the time being, alright?” “Alright.” Julie vanished, and he swung around to make a beeline for the injury narrows. He eased back to a stop when he heard a recognizable voice. “Seema’s not here, Sandeep. Why not put the firearm down and grab a chair so I will organize you to take a brief trip and see her?” Sandeep? Firearm? Ice slithered down his spine, and he ran toward the closest telephone and punched in 100. “Sandeep Singh is outfitted with a firearm and is in the injury cove with Sanjana,” he said in a low, “Rush.” He hung up the telephone, swung around, and immediately waved to Deepu, the charge nurture. “Keep everybody out of the injury inlet, do you get?” he said as unobtrusively as could reasonably be expected. “What’s going on?”Sandeep Singh is in there with a firearm, yet the police are on their way. Keep everybody out and distant from this region,” he rehashed, pushing toward the entryway. “You can’t go in there,” Deepa dissented, getting his arm.
“Indeed, I can. Simply keep everybody around here, OK?” He shook off her hand and edged toward the entryway prompting the injury sound. He would not like to jump in there on the off chance that he frightened Sandeep into the shooting. In any case, he was unable to shoulder the idea of Sanjana confronting somebody as unsteady as Sandeep alone, either. Dear Lord, if you don’t mind invigorate me. He aired out the entryway and looked inside. The ice on his spine turned icy mass when he perceived how close Sandeep was to Sanjana, only six feet away, with his firearm levelled legitimately at the focal point of her chest. Sanjana gazed up at Sandeep with wide, terrified eyes with only a little metal bedside table between them. There was no chance he was hanging tight for the police’s representatives. He pushed open the entryway and ventured into the room. “Put down the firearm, Sandeep.” The more seasoned man swung around to confront him, the firearm swaying all over in his hand. “Avoid this, doc. This is among her and me.” “Set the weapon aside,” he rehashed, anticipating a serenity he didn’t feel. “Don’t exacerbate this than it as of now is.”
“Get outta here!” Sandeep yelled, his face turning red.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Sanjana was edging farther away from Sandeep, precisely the way he’d hoped. The trauma bay was big and open; there weren’t any places to hide or much to use as a barrier against a gun. “Why are you threatening Sanjana?” he asked, striving for a conversational tone. “She hasn’t done anything to you.”
Mentioning Sanjana was a mistake as Sandeep immediately swung back toward her. “You should have stayed away from Seema,” he accused. “You shouldn’t have filled her head with ideas of leaving me. It’s your fault she got hurt. If she wouldn’t have left, she’d be fine right now.”