Healer Of My Keloids

Few years back ,

It's about to dawn. A heavy, relentless rain is pouring down like a downpour of sorrow. Doctors and nurses rush from the ICU, their voices faintly heard in the corridors.

'Doctor Patient oda pulse koranjuttey iruku.'
'Ventilator connect panunga, blood loss adhigama iruku.'
Noises are coming from discussion room.

The sounds of frantic discussions echo from the room.

A gentleman, in his mid-thirties, stands nervously by the ICU door, his eyes glued to the corridor. His wife, standing beside him, grips his hand tightly, feeling the weight of the moment. He places his hand over hers, his fingers gently tapping in an attempt to comfort her, though his eyes betray the fear and sadness swelling inside him.

Hours pass. Eight long hours of intense treatment. Finally, a doctor emerges from the ICU, looking weary, his face filled with disappointment.

'Patient oda appa amma...',he begins, his words hanging heavy in the air.

The couple stands up abruptly, their hearts pounding, " En pullaiku onum ilayae...."

The doctor sighs, his shoulders slumped, as he places a hand on the gentleman's shoulder. "Nanga evlavo try panniyum.... Engala manichirunga..."

Before the doctor can finish, the wife collapses into herself, both hands pressed against her face as tears flood her eyes.

"Iyo.... En pulla" she sobs, breaking down in a wave of grief.