She who suffers..

Chapter - 12

MUSKAN'S POV:-

I was listening to Sirat, patiently sitting and eating chips while she was in the restroom. She told me, how two men created a mess when she was called alongwith some of her colleagues and then she volunteered to treat the patient-cum- her joker and then get tricked by his words..

I didn't have nerve to tell her that she acted too silly and stupid as she believed her to be super smart and was filled with frustration for him. He took her Kajal pencil which was having microphone on it..She wanted to give it to help his new foreigner friend..

She guessed him to be any politician and I couldn't helping chuckling on her thoughts..

As soon as I replied her that the person whom she is calling a 'clown' would have been a teacher or policeman, her phone rang..

I was alarmd, seeing the "Receptionist - 3' written on it, my thoughts were trailling for Sirat would be needed for some patient so I picked it up immediately..

"Sirat, Mr Shekhar, your patient has given your accessories you may come and take them back and remember to submit his departure papers before leaving!" The receptionist said..

"I'm coming..I'm coming..I'll be there in a minute" I replied and was about to step after turning around when I toppled in my shoelaces. I squeezed my eyes and was ready to fall on the ground but thankfully someone supported me in the half way..

I was clutching on the person's shoulders as if they were the only ones who would save me, ignoring the stretch, I was feeling on my waist because of my pose..

I open my eyes, and saw a man standing wearing a blue coloured shirt looking at me in a different way..he was happy at eyes but I wasn't, as I saw Sirat and someone standing with her, seeing me or probably us in an awkward way and were shocked..

The man took a step forward and I got back, standing straight. I was shy for no reason but was in hurry too so I greeted him formally not knowing his name, neither I wanted too..

But he said himself.."Mr Vansh.." His voice was familiar. I looked at him when he looked behind at the two standing. I was sure who he was. I was nervous and blabbered something and ran from his view as soon as I could, all I saw, was a framed certificate in his hand..

I ran so fast that I was standing near the reception within a few seconds. I stopped for a moment at the crossway and caught my breath..

There were three ways, one from where I came running, the other goes to the OTs of the ground floor for emergency outpatients and the last one was where I was about to head, he reception-cum-entry area..

I bent down to tie my shoe laces and was looking at the reception, but as soon as some doctors and nurses passed with a stretcher behind me, I stood up and turned to have a look..

I couldn't make to the patients face as two senior doctors and many nurses were going with him and blocking the way. All I was able to see was the three silvery shiny buttons on the cuff of the overcoat he was wearing..

I was amazed as the patient was being taken to the OT by the senior doctors themselves and in the 'Out-patient department' from the hospital..he must be some VIP. I chuckled on my thoughts..

I went to the receptionist and got those things and assured her that Sirat had submitted the departure papers of that patient to the doctor on round. I stepped back to the fifth exit after greeting her..

I was happy for no reason while coming back I stop the train of my thoughts which mingled upon what all happened last night and was finally out of the roof..

I looked at her lipstick in Kajal pencil. I looked at it carefully once again and to my surprise it was not a Kajal pencil.

I looked around in search of Sirat but she wasn't there. I looked further and found her coming back from the back road of this hospital, which ended at the 2-wheeler parking..