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‘You seem to be concerned. You picked this room after you met him,

didn’t you? Zarah told me.’
‘You seem to be concerned about why I picked this room,’ she giggled.
‘Oh, now I get it! That’s why you never liked him—because you thought I

have a thing for him. And you know, I could have a thing for him! He is
quite a badass and badasses are cool. You know he snuck out of the hospital

to have a joint? How ridiculously cool is that?’
Even in the darkness and the inherent depression of the hospital room

harbouring two half-dead people, Pihu’s eyes shone bright. Her spirit was
indomitable even when it stared at an inevitable death. But then, what

choice did she have but to fight?
‘I never like any of my patients, especially his kind. The kind who ought
to be dead before they reach the hospital.’

‘Now you’re just being mean! I don’t like him that much! You really
don’t have to be that possessive about me. Oh my God, I need some space.

Like—really,’ she said and jerked her hands around like a spoilt, high-
maintenance girlfriend with Gucci shades and razor-sharp five-inch heels.

He laughed at her imitation.
‘I was serious though,’ he said finally.

‘You can’t be serious. Isn’t that why we took up medicine? To save lives
and to heal people? No one deserves to die,’ she reasoned.
‘I am not being mean. And I am not saying he deserves to die. I don’t like

people throwing their lives away.’
‘You’re throwing your life away too.’

‘I’m not.’
‘You work too much. I know you have a responsibility towards the

patients who come here. But you also have a responsibility to take care of
yourself, which you clearly aren’t doing.’

‘Fine, grandma! And this from a girl who keeps smiling all day just
because she doesn’t want to see her family cry? Are you taking care of
yourself?’

‘Yes, I am.’
‘You’re taking care of them, Pihu. You and I, we are not that different.’