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‘That’s what I like the most about you. You just know how to turn me

on!’ She batted her eyelashes.
‘I’m sorry to disappoint you but we are yet to figure out what’s wrong. I
could use your opinion.’

‘Sorry? That’s like multiple orgasms! I can play a real doctor then,’ she
said excitedly.

‘Here, then,’ he said and wrapped his stethoscope around her neck. She
grinned.

He narrated the reports to her, explaining to her every detail of
Dushyant’s case. For the next half hour, she shot dozens of questions at him

and he was more than glad to field them. Arman let her put forth her ideas,
and though a lot of them were stupid and inane, he didn’t shoot them down
outright. After all, the disparity in experience and education was gigantic,

and for her age and experience she was annoyingly exceptional.
‘I hope I am not wasting your time?’ she queried after her twentieth idea

on how to treat the guy was shot down, after careful consideration and
deliberation, by Arman.

‘No, you’re not. It’s good to get some external opinion. Anyway, the
doctors around here are not that great!’ he said to encourage her. ‘And if

you were to apply for a job here you would so get it. Though I do have to
admit we have a strict sleep-with-the-boss policy here.’
She smiled shyly and said, ‘I would take up the job just to be applicable

for the policy!’
They laughed till their stomachs felt like they would explode all over the

ceiling. Their conversation went from how to treat Dushyant to their
respective time in medical school. She regaled an amazed Arman with a

multitude of stories from her brief stay in medical school, while a struggling
Arman admitted he had no memories of professors, labs and operation

theatres or the feeling of cutting open his first corpse. As she described her
first incision on her virgin corpse, Arman started to feel as if he was there,
with her, holding her hand and guiding the knife as it moved deftly along

the ribcage. As if he was a part of that memory. He took pictures of her, of
them and of the imaginary corpse.