Ms. Detective (I) {under construction}

29. His Family.

"I....I am taking him to Mrs. Khurana." I shrugged. "Do you wanna have a talk with her?" asked I.

Then finally, without any other interruption, they shifted him in the ambulance.

"I don't need any staff..... Please all of you be here"

"But Ma'am we are ordered to not let him be alone" the ward boy insists.

"Shut up you.... I'm taking him to her only!"

"No ma'am I'm sorry.... But one of us will join you"

Dam.

*

So with this, I have a driver, and a ward boy with me, inside the ambulance.

"Rudra..... Get up" I pleaded.

But of course, he was unconscious.

"Rudra please"

And magically!!!

He opened his eyes!!!

Oh my God!

"Ti-ny" he manages to sit anyhow.

"Sshhh" I gestured him to be silent.

He was trying to figure out the situation in front of him.

"Hey..... He is awake! It means he's alright!" One of the ward boy peeped from the front window, in between driver seat and patient seat.

In few minutes, we'll be with Mrs. Khurana. Dam. What will I say to her?

No. No. No. I have to do something.

I phoned Vikram.

But alas, not reachable, he was!

Fine.

I do not wanted to do this.

But okay,

"Stop the Ambulance" I ordered pulling out the gun.

They looked equally shocked like Rudra.

Rudra will get panic seeing the guns.

Oh no.

Bad timing Rudra.

"Oh so you are here to free him?" they stopped the vehicle.

And they laughed pulling out their respective guns, and opening the door.

Freak.

"Not at all!!" I shrugged pointing towards them.

"You aren't going to be saved tiny doctor!" they laughed shooting on the tire.

"I'll...... I'll shoot him" I shifted the point of my gun at Rudra.

"N....n.....no......nooooo" he was panicking.

And I can't console him even!

I'm sorry Rudra.

"Shut up you" I yelled at Rudra.

"Don't..... Don't harm him" ward boy screamed.

"Fine then get me a vehicle right now" I demanded.

"Don't harm him otherwise she will kill us"

"I said right now" I shouted.

Rudra was hiding inside the patient's bed. He was shaking.

*

They stopped a car running on the road, of course by their gun.

It was red in colour and a petrol car, a bengali middle aged man came out scared of the guns. He silently handed the keys over to the ward boy.