Disgrace

Some Wounds Never Heal

Chapter-2

He grabbed one after another.

He kept changing but the bleeding did not stop.

He threw the napkin and picked yet another one.

13 napkins have been disposed so far...

Yet it seemed not enough...as more blood seeped out of the seriously gashed wounds, soaking her half worn clothes n the blanket where she lay...

The ointment has been applied thrice--- Medicines-- he had made her swallow -but that was more than an hour ago-- and nothing worked!
He did not know what else to do.

Carefully laying her on the bed, frustrated, he dashed out of the room.
When he reached the adjoining veranda his hair was dishevelled n his face was shattered with two deep eyes looking lost.

He made a call to the nursing home again; this was the fourth time today he was calling and they gave the same reply--no Doctors available!
It's Saturday Night ; so most were off duty.

It's not that he has not done it before--
In need he can do it again---but..
It's different this time---so much blood----and the girl---she is writhing----

Yaa... she is tough! He has known it by now.

She won't ask for consolation. Not a single word or a slight sound would she utter, even if the pain tear her apart, no matter how excruciating it gets--so ya she won't tell, he knows that.

But he is the one watching her from day one ; and he can tell it hurts.
And he is not speaking of what's going inside her because it's beyond his imagination, but he can tell -even after 10 days of that brutal event, bleeding is not at all -good news.

It can not be.

It says something is wrong---

Instead of healing, probably the wounds are worsening over time...
And so he was desperate to get a doctor to check on her but the day being a weekend start was not helping at all. Most of the doctors take leave as it's Sunday the next, so it is often hard getting hands on a reputed gynec.
Yes nurses could have been an option, at least considering the emergency..but he'd discarded the moment he had acquired the thought. Instantly some previous memory had resurfaced and he had to drop it.

A woman came n informed him, that she had made some hot water that he asked for and waited for his reply. Abhay nodded and indicated her to go and stay by her side, he was coming.

Distractedly he rubbed his forehead and ran his hands through his hair.
"Should he call the nurse? Sure it will be tough to get one..but should he ---at least try? One more time ?''

Perhaps a fifth time--?"

He thought about the first day he called a nurse---and then one after another---how they all came and watching her condition left the very next day and never came back again. Why--? Because they understood they were attending a rape victim; and it could bring them into trouble. Although Abhay knew it was more than that. The look some of them gave; suggested clearly that they were suspecting him of the crime and perhaps they even considered him of trying to conceal the matter by taking care at home; and truth be told, he knew he had nothing to prove their thoughts wrong.

Beside it was not the time to clear his own image.

To save the girl he needed help!
Still after relentless fight to save the girl, the third night , just after two days of the event, he tried, but unfortunately there weren't many hospitals in the nearby area so it was the same nursing homes...same hospitals..and every time they denied. Nobody was ready to take the risk.