At office:
Suddenly, an urgent press conference was announced. Over 50 people attended, and the employees were all prepared to welcome Arav. At exactly 8:30 am, the press conference began. One of the representatives took the stage to explain the reason for the gathering.
"The company was established on June 1st, 1999. Though it started small, thanks to the vision and dedication of Anand and Priya Reddy, the business has thrived without a single loss. Today, their son is set to continue their legacy. He holds a master's degree in computer engineering and will lead the company forward."
A journalist interrupted, asking, "But where is the person who will carry on this legacy?"
The speaker replied, "He'll be here in just five minutes."
The room buzzed as the journalists began whispering among themselves.
Suddenly, Priya's phone rang. She answered, but within moments, the phone slipped from her hand. Anand, concerned, asked, "What's wrong?"
Priya turned to her husband, her eyes brimming with tears. "Arav... he's been in a major accident," she whispered, before collapsing to the ground.
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I was just about to reach the office when, out of nowhere, a truck swerved into our lane, where it carrying load full of rods which seems like for construction purpose. I saw the panic in Raju's eyes as he struggled to avoid the collision, but it was too late. The truck crashed into us with a violent force to my right side. I watched helplessly from the back seat, strapped in by my seatbelt, as the car flipped over.
The world spun, and when everything stopped, the car lay upside down. Raju was unconscious in the front, severely injured. My body ached as I realized I was drenched in blood—my suit, once pristine, now soaked and torn. Wounds covered me, and pain pulsed through every inch of my body. Despite the agony, my only thought was to save Raju.
I tried to move, to crawl out of the back seat, but my body wouldn't respond. The weight of my injuries held me down. My vision blurred, and my eyes grew heavy. As my consciousness began to fade, I saw a figure approaching—a man, someone familiar. I strained to make out his face, but my vision was fading fast. Still, I could feel his presence, his touch. It felt like... Prem.
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Prem was driving when he saw the wreckage. His heart pounded as he ran toward the scene, only to realize it was Arav's car. Panic surged through him. Without wasting a second, he pulled Raju from the driver's seat, his condition critical. Then, with trembling hands and tears in his eyes, Prem freed Arav from the back seat. Arav was barely conscious, covered in blood, with an iron rod lodged in his right leg.
Within minutes, the ambulance arrived. They quickly took Raju, who was in serious condition, while Prem decided to take Arav in his own car, urging the driver to get to the hospital as fast as possible. He pressed down on the wound on Arav's leg, trying to stop the steady flow of blood, his hands shaking with fear.
When they arrived at the hospital, Prem demanded a stretcher. As Arav was placed on it, his eyes began to close. Panic-stricken, Prem shouted, "Arav, hold on! Stay with me! We're almost at the ICU!"
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Soon, I took Arav to the ICU. When I arrived, I discovered that the primary doctor was busy with another case. I asked if there was another doctor available to take over the operation. Blood was still flowing from Arav's injury, so I quickly administered an IV and started thrombolytic therapy by injecting the drug into the IV to stop the bleeding. I also administered anesthesia to numb the pain in his leg.
I asked the nurse to assist me, but she stared at me in confusion and then ran out of the room. I took scissors and cut away all of Arav's clothes, replacing them with an operation gown. I administered oxygen, checked his pulse rate and blood pressure.
When the doctor finally arrived, he looked shocked to see me in the room.
"Prem, what are you doing here? When did you come to India? And who is this patient?" he asked. He was my professor who had worked in London and had started working in India six years ago.
"Professor, we can discuss this later. He's in serious condition," I replied, and he nodded in agreement.
"I need another person to assist with the operation. Unfortunately, all the other doctors are busy with other cases. Can you help me?" I asked. Seeing the urgency in Arav's condition, I agreed. I donned the gown and head mask and washed my hands thoroughly.
My professor and I began the operation. After struggling for 30 minutes, we successfully removed the iron rod. The bleeding was still heavy, so we needed additional blood. I went out to check if the blood bank had any available. When I opened the door, I saw Arav's parents standing there. I asked if their blood would match his, and fortunately, it did. They began donating blood.
Within 30 minutes, we resumed the operation. I cleaned all the wounds on Arav's body, and during the final stage, we focused on the injury on his right leg where the iron rod had been lodged. I noticed a hairline fracture. We stitched up the injuries and applied a bandage to keep the leg immobile.
The operation lasted over three hours, but thankfully, he was stable and out of danger. When I came out of the room, I saw Priya's eyes filled with tears.
"This is the second time you've saved our family. I will be grateful to you until my death," Anand said with a heavy heart.
"No, sir, please don't say that," I replied. "After seeing Arav in that condition, I simply did what I could. He might wake up in about five hours due to the anesthesia, so you'll be able to see him then."
I went back to my hotel room and lay on the bed, reflecting on how if Priya hadn't called me about the event, I would never have come here. If I hadn't been here, Arav could have been in serious danger. I took a nap for about an hour, then went to the bathroom to shower. As I washed, I glimpsed the operation theater in my mind from six years ago when I had performed a similar surgery.
After showering, I headed back to the hospital to check on Arav. I arrived as quickly as I could and saw Arav and his parents talking. Their faces were etched with worry.
I approached them.
"Priya, he's okay now. There's no need to worry," I said. I noticed Arav's face was flushed with anger.
"I apologize, ma'am," I said, looking directly at Arav. Priya wiped her eyes and reassured me.
"Prem, relax. You usually call me by my name, so why are you being so formal today?" she said casually.
I noticed Arav's face was still red with anger. Realizing that staying could provoke him further and potentially cause more distress, I decided it was best to leave the room.