The train of thoughts on Rose's mind was stopped when the doctor and nurses entered the room. They watched in horror at the broken glass and then at Rose's wrapped hand.
"Miss Rose, can I see your hand," requested the doctor seriously.
Rhehan carefully unwrapped Rose's hand from the towel and gaped at it in horror. The bleeding had yet not ceased and the towel was completely smugged with blood. Rose was least bothered about what the doctor had to say or how much blood was her hand oozing out. She was busy starring at disheaveled face of Rhehan, this time with much less hatred!
"It's too much. We will have to stitch it up," replied the doctor studying her hand.
"Again? But she already has stitches on her arm and its her right hand!" shreiked Rhehan in helplessness.
Rose suddenly emerged out of her trance and looked in Rhehan's eyes with a smile. Rhehan was stunned looking at her face.
