FRICKENs

Slings n Shots

Nehhal gently opened his eyes. Finds himself on a soft cushioned bed, feeling little pain his back his tries to sit upright. He sees scratches on his bare chests with band-aids. He turns his eyes at front sees an angelic beauty in white dress. First he thinks he is dead and is in heaven, but after looking at the man curing Gaurav he settles it surely earth.
“Are you feeling ok?” asked the girl.
“Yes, Certainly.”
“I’m doctor Sonali and that man over there is my class mate doctor Tussinder.” Tussinder waves at Nehhal, He nods back. 
“We were returning back home from Hospital and found you and your friend in a crashed car. There was traffic on way to hospital, so we brought you home.” Said Tussi, cleaning the wounds of Gaurav.

Nehhal steps out of bed, he is only wearing shorts. Tussi hand over him a white. He walks to Gaurav’s bed touches he hands as asks
“Will he be Ok?”
“He has lost too much of blood, I have dosed him although. He might wake anytime soon. You need to rest my friend, you have had a hard night.” Said Tussi.
Sonali brought a glass of Hot Milk. Nehhal took it and drank to the bed.

Sonali’s phone rang,
# “Hello, Sonali are you ok?” a voice asked in little frighten tone.
“Haan, Bhai, I’m fine. Kya huva.. aap itne daarein, daarein kyu lag rahe ho??” asked Sonali.
“Tune news nahee dekha?”
“Raat ke baara baje kon news dekhta hey bhai..” replied Sonali laughingly.
“Dekh jaldee… Ghar sey bahar mat nikalna… kisi ko andar mat lena”
call ends#
Tussi asks “Kya huva.. kiska phone that?
“Bhai ka.. keh rahe the kee news dekhne..”
“TV, Cable internet sab band hey… mere phone sey call bhi nahee jar aha hey” Tussi replies
“Lagta hey army officers ko kuch information mila hey isiliye bhai hame bata rahe the..”
Sonali hears some from the bedroom. Both walks to the room, sees Gaurav is awake.
“Thank god, he is fine.” Sonali sighs
“Saala.. strong hey re tu.. itne jaldee recovery..” Tussi pats the back.
Gaurav looks at him with a confused face, like a new born baby, like an astronaut in an unknown world. He pushes Tussi’s hands back.
“Oh.. Sorry.. abtak dard hey.. naam kya hey tera?” inquires Tussi
Gaurav still staring at Tussi, this time more angrily. Gaurav was about to get out of Bed, Sonali screamed “Tussi..” pushed him aside and injected anesthesia on Gaurav.
Nehhal woke up from sleep
“Gaurav ko hosh aaya?”
“Gaurav lagta hey uskee yaadaash kho baitha hey.” Spoke Sonali in a losing voice.
“Bahut raat hogayee hey, hame araam karna chayeye.. yeh ab kal subah tak nahee utne waalaa..” spoke Tussi and pulled Sonali out of the room.

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When Gauri reached outside hospital, she saw everyone running outside. Doctors, Nurses, Patients, Ward boys were running for their life as if the hospital was on fire. But it wasn’t. She took out her Gun. Gun was very heavy her tender hands, then too she managed to shoot clear shots. She had a very keen interest in Guns right from her childhood. When she was 17 she got her first gun from a local gun smuggler. After that her interest in Guns kept on increasing stacking tons of gun in her house. But this time she was only carrying a mini-revolver with 6shots in it.

As she enters the hospital, she was saw the clerk on desk had already run away. She checked the records in the register to find the room where Vivek sir was admitted. 
“Varun…Vikas.. Vivek Chadda… Vivek Ghorka.. Vivek Ghorka, Room no. 303, third floor.”
She threw the register away and ran towards the staircase. She had already run too much. He body was drained off, she felt dehydrated, but her first duty was to save that man. That man who was the hope of light in the tunnel of darkness of his best friend Ajay. That man on whom livelihood of thousands of underground workers is depended.
On the staircase many people were running downwards, she had to make her way through them. When someone blocked her she used to kicked the person between his legs and then smash the head with her mini-gun. He kick on the groin of the person was so strong that he would fall catching his balls down but won’t wake up to smack back.
Finally she reached third floor smashing balls of random people coming in her way, and then entered the room. She saw Vivek sir, unconscious, Glucose pipes into his hands and Oxygen mask on the mouth. She out to find if there was anyone who could help, but there were none. She again came inside took out a wheel chair and somehow managed to transfer the body of Vivek sir from the bed to the chair. When was done, she wasn’t able to believe who she did that. Maybe it was the adrenaline that worked out her ass. She was very much exhausted, but now the wheelchair was to be dragged off to the ground floor. She nearly fainted thinking about the loadsome of that task.