She was rushed to the district medical hospital and was laid on a stretcher. She was unconscious and was spurting out discoloured foam from her mouth. Banita terrified with her condition was constantly trying to regain her consciousness. ''Kirti uth jaa beta,uth jaa! hum hospital mei hai''.They were all looking at her as another victim of teen romance and rebel. She was made to lie on the bed of casuality ward. Two interns came and slided the curtains to give her some privacy while preparing her for ECG , they lifted her kurti and folded it above the thoraxic level and even lifted her bra to attach six sensory stickers attached with a monitor and was injected a drug on hips. Nurses were gossiping looking at her blank face and discoloured lips. ''aajkal ki ladkiyan! boyfriend wagera kaa chakkar hoga'', ''Aur nhi toh kya, kitne impulsive hote jaa rhe hai'' , ''arre isiliye toh kehte hai ladkiyon ko samaj ke daayre pta hone chaahiye''.Kirti could listen each and every single word ,no doubt the injection had some instant effect. She was looking at the ceiling of the ward and was thinking....''why didn't I fight back", ''why are they judging me without knowing the backstory"...
Something pricked on the vein of dorsal side of her hand while she was staring at the ceiling . A new intern guy was trying to inject a Saline IV but mistakenly made her hand bleed. She shifted her gaze at her bloodstained hand with blank expression and then again looked back at the ceiling. She could still hear those gossips and it made a small drop of tear to roll down from the side of her cheek. She heard a whisper..''I know that cut does not made those tears to touch your cheek''..remember ''Kuch toh log kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna". She looked at the intern guy who was bandaging her cut..the batch on top of his side pocket read ''Dr. Nirvana Pratap Singh". He smiled at her but she turned her face....