First came the fever.
Inexplicably spiked, unrelenting. The child began babbling . Febrile delirium. Medicine box was turned upside down. In the mess on the dining table, one tablet of a forbidden drug was given. Fingers crossed, as others drenched her , sponging. The mattress turned soggy.
The child opened her eyes. Smiled. Wiped her dripping brow. Whew!!
Then the old lady called, and called. Again and again. Without any reason. You rush to her bedside, and find her mumbling. Trying to form words. Eyes screaming fear. Fear of death.
Ambulance shrieking into midnight. Concerned neighbours in nightgowns.
Sleepy intern taking history. The beep of monitors. Hum of icu.
Long long weekend.
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