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puke blood and half-digested food all over. Zarah bent over and patted his

back to give him some relief but his body still shook hysterically. There was
blood all over. After he was done and his eyes rolled over as if he was dead,
Zarah somehow got him back inside the car and drove back to the hospital

as fast as she could. Three ward boys were waiting with a stretcher at the
main door of the hospital. They rushed him to the ICU while Zarah

frantically checked in and put on her doctor’s coat. She ran to the operation
room where she noticed that Dushyant had already undergone a seizure and

the doctors were cutting a hole in his throat to help him breathe. Dushyant’s
body fought involuntarily against the knife which pierced his throat. Zarah

stood there, stunned and traumatized, as the doctors pushed a breathing pipe
inside his throat. Not able to take it any more, she slipped out of the room
and almost fainted on the bench outside.

Dushyant, though half dead, could see her leave the room before he
passed out from the pain.