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woman in the last row, “what did you find from Mr X’s reports?”
The intern stuttered in a crackly voice. “Nothing, sir. All values were fine.”
The next was Radhika’s turn. “Sugar and thyroid values are normal, sir.”
s more and more interns spoke of the normal reports, the positive answers about the patient’s health began to give doctor Badri negative vibes. He turned to the white board in hesitation and scribbled, “Is there one person who found anything abnormal?”
One of the interns stood up. “Sir, sir,” his voice was no longer than a whisper.
“Oh, for goodness, sake, speak out loud and clear,” growled Dr Badri in a gruff husky tenor.
“The patient had a high level of eosinophils and lymphocytes, it spells out an allergic reaction,” the voice of the intern gradually grew louder as he approached the end of the sentence. Dr Badri clapped his hands once and then drew them towards his chest.
“Excellent finding. Next we need to find out what exactly was he allergic to. For this we would need to find out his name and get access to his previous reports. We should be able to do that when the police give us a lead. Then we can put his name in the medical database and collaborate with other hospitals across Delhi and treat him real quick.”
Radhika’s face lit up. She pulled out her phone and texted Ravi, “Our first case with Mr X almost solved. I won’t have to skip the spa today.”
“Bravo, bravo,” replied Ravi.
It has been two days and the police say that there are no complaints of any missing person with the identifications given by us,” sighed Dr Badri.
“But, sir, we have given him all sorts of stimuli to rule out most of the basic allergens,” replied an intern in a heavy voice.
“But that doesn’t help much. There is something specific, something in his home or something which only people in his family might be facing; and Mr X has most likely faced the symptom before and taken treatment for it as the body cannot become like the all of a sudden. The allergy has, however, aggravated over the years from what I see. Only if he wakes up and tells us…”
A hospital staff knocked on the door, “Sir, the HOD wants to meet you regarding rotation of the students.”
“I’ll be back in a jiffy,” said Dr Badri as he left the room. Radhika stared at her phone hopelessly. Her fingers did the rest.
“Ravi, you know I feel an unknown connection with Mr X who I spoke about last night. He probably bears some uncanny resemblance to someone I know. I wish he recovers.”
She could see the words “Ravi typing” on her Whatsapp chat message header.
Dr Badri walked in with a bland expression. “Since the clinics needed some interns on the basis of our rotation policy, I have decided that the following students will be visiting Sagar Clinic from tomorrow for one week. Radhika ... Anamika ... Alex…”
“Looks like you’ll be working on X,” Radhika typed in. “I’ll be swapping with you at Sagar Clinic from tomorrow.”
“Aye, aye,” popped up on her screen.
adhika kept glaring her last message to Ravi. “How is Mr X doing? Did you find anything conclusive?”
There had been no response from him. Though the news of Mr X’s demise had reached her through the grapevine. Was he angry with her? Was he playing hard to get? Did he find a new girlfriend during his time away from her at the hospital?
The questions that clouded her mind had begun to invade her sanity.
She willed herself to not check her phone to see if he had replied. It had been about three days now. She hated that she was constantly checking his 'last seen at' status and yes, he had logged in just five minutes ago. Yet she couldn't stop herself. This sinking feeling to find absolutely no communication from him was becoming unbearable, almost torturous.
And then, just as she sat down in her chair, her phone vibrated. With her heart thudding in her ear, she unlocked her phone and stared at the screen. Finally! It was his message.
But when she opened it and read it, she nearly stopped breathing. She didn't know if he was joking or not. What was this?
“Mr X’s name was Mr Subramaniyam, and he died because of you.”
adhika gulped down her saliva as she scrolled down.
“I realised that he stayed in your apartment only when I found a picture of him in your corridor in his mobile. I remembered the corridor you showed me when you were furious about the garbage problem. It was too late. I couldn’t help him. His stroke was because of an allergen named crompotonins for which he had been treated before; and I got access to his medical history as soon as I found his name. Do you know the icing on the cake? He stayed in G- 102, the apartment adjacent to yours. The poor man was a widower and his son stays abroad.
“Shame on the fact that people never know their neighbours in the city! I loathe the relationship that people like you have with their neighbours!” We
She willed herself to not check her phone to see if he had replied. It had been about three days now. She hated that she was constantly checking his ' last seen at' status and yes, he had logged in just five minutes ago. Yet she couldn't stop herself.