Amidst an almost deafening silence spread throughout the hospital corridor, sat Aashna and Abeer. She was warmly sheathed in his blood-stained hoodie while being engulfed by the haunting thoughts of a dreadful future for Khushi. An always cheerful girl, working hard at her part-time job for some extra pocket money, who had nothing to do with any uncongenial matters of the world, was now being operated upon, for an accident she never even deserved in the first place. Whoever the hit-and-run maniac was, deserved a far worse condition.

“Excuse me? Any one of you, please come to the reception desk.” A lady’s voice, addressing them, was heard interrupting Aashna’s thoughts.