6 months later......
RISHA
It has been 6 months but still his condition is just like it was , what are you all doing . I can't control my anger any longer, my father has been in the hospital for half a year but yet there is no improvement in his health .
I moved myself towards the hospital bed and held his hand in a firm grip .
All those memories came back to me, my mom getting killed and I was the one for whom she died. It was me who was suppose to die not her.
I closed my eyes to suppress the tears daring to come out. I already had a dark past and the present situation is threatening my future to be in darkness. I can't lose my dad, he is the only person left in my life.
'Where is the doctor ' I want him here right now,.... I shouted at the nurse who almost lost her balance at the thundering voice of mine. Wasting no time she ran out side and was back with the doctor who stood in front of me . I got up from the chair and took few threatening steps towards him.
'If he didn't got up by this week , I will seize your licenses and close down this hospital ' ..... I said in a low and dangerous tone ,which made the doctor to come down at his knees. I turned around ready to leave when the doctor said' I will try my best ' almost as if someone choked him.
'You don't have to try , tomorrow a new doctor will come' ...I said without turning back closing the door behind me.
Getting outside the hospital ,I hopped inside my Matt black sports car , and drove faster than my normal speed which was 120km/h.
6 month befor
My dad walked right to left ,I don't know how many times but it was clear that he was worried about something.
Dad.. I called out but he was so deep in thoughts that may be my voice didn't reach him.
Dad what are you worried about now ,I am home and they don't know who I am so chill...I almost half shouted and annoyed at the same time.
He turned around to say something but didn't utter a word. Now that is really something he has done to get on my nerves. I got up from the couch and marched towards him and stood right in front of him blocking his way.
And suddenly the phone rang for which my father ran towards the table and picked up the phone.
His face turned pale and I had this bad feeling that something is wrong, because whatever the situation or matter is about except me ,he always remained calm and composed.
But before I could do anything, the phone dropped from his hand and so did he. I ran towards him but it was too late ,he hit his head on the floor hard enough to have serious injuries.