Beyond Boundaries

The sirens echoed outside as they wheeled him in, bleeding heavily, his face barely recognizable under all that bruising and blood. But even through it, I knew who he was-Parth Singh, India's cricket hero. He was unconscious, his breaths shallow, fighting to hold on. I'd dealt with critical cases before, seen life hanging by a thread more times than I could count. But something about this one... something felt different.

I reached out, my fingers moving to check his pulse, steady as always. And then, his hand moved. Out of nowhere, he gripped my fingers tightly, as if I was his lifeline.

"You're safe," I whispered instinctively, not even sure why I said it. But something about his touch, his vulnerability, had this strange effect on me. I felt a wave of protectiveness I couldn't explain. It was ridiculous; he was just another patient-a celebrity patient, yes, but still, just a patient. I should have felt nothing.

But as he lay there, his hold on my hand weakening, I found myself making a silent promise. *I'll bring you back, Parth Singh. I'll pull you through this.* And even as I let go to prepare for surgery, I couldn't shake the feeling that this moment meant something more.

Caution/Note: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

This story features fictionalized characters inspired by real individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The use of these names is meant to enhance the emotional depth of the narrative and is not intended to offend anyone. Please read with an open mind. If uncomfortable, kindly refrain from reading. Thank you.