THE HEIST

Flashback

My hoodie was wet with his blood by the time we reached the hospital. The warden took over and I completed the formalities.

After an hour and many scans later, it was concluded that there were no major injuries to the vital organs and hence the idiot would live. However, he'd take a long time for his bones to mend themselves.". "Spoiled, rich brat" were the only thoughts I had about the person who lay in front of me at the time.

After two days I was called to the hospital, as he woke up from his medically induced coma. I was surprised as the police were waiting for me too. They had all sorts of questions for me to answer, which I did one by one. I was called to the ICU soon after the interrogation, as the patient apparently kept asking for me.

His hands were held together with an exoskeleton. Similar to the ones I had seen in the call of duty series. I felt bad for the chap. Rich, he must be. Richness doesn't exactly help him a lot, though, in this situation as he still does feel pain. The room smelt of lavender, I assumed they were his favourite.

He signalled, with his head to come near him and when I did, he whispered, "I don't know who you are. But I know that I owe my life to you... May I know your name?" "Angad" I said softly, not to give him more pain than he already had to endure.

"He needs at least a month to recover, even with the state of the art facility we have here." A doctor said, opening the door and coming in. "You're his next of kin, I suppose." he said while intently looking at me, smiling warmly. "No" I backed up. "I don't even know his name" "Karan" he mumbled in his sleep. "Karan Bhatia"

A chill went up against my spine. I knew, somehow that this guy was rich, given the treatment he was getting in the hospital. But not an heir of the Bhatia Empire. He was THE Karan Bhatia, the only son of Sir Jaychand Bhatia, Founder and Owner of the JayBee group of companies. They were one of the top ten companies in the world and Sir Jaychand himself was the world's fourth richest person according to the Forbes Billionaire list.

I looked at Karan again, my newfound rich-as-hell friend. He had passed out, but not medically induced this time, as the pain was apparently too much to bear. I stayed for some time, making sure his father was informed about it and then went back.

The next day I came to the hospital again and took some chicken soup for Karan to drink. As I sat with him, eating the sour grapes meant for him while he drank the soup, I heard helicopters landing on the rooftop helicopter pad.

In lesser than 5 minutes, a man in his late 50s entered the room, dashing towards Karan, with a distraught team of doctors running behind him. I tried to stop him, only to realise it was his dad. He didn't take a second to slap me, however. And screamed, "You did this to him, didn't you Bastard!" I was shell-shocked. Before I could actually respond to the accusation, I noticed Karan's finger twitch. I pushed Mr Bhatia aside and told the doc about the twitch. He took out a small flashlight and lit it against Karan's eyes.

"He's responding!" the doctor shouted. "Nurse! Get all the vital readers up and monitoring, stat!" As they got busy with what they did best, I explained the situation to Mr Bhatia. He was visibly shaken to when I told him that I was the guy who saved his son.

Karan suddenly gasped for breath, waving his hands in the air trying to grab something and I had to rush to help the doctor restrain him.