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‘What are our options?’ she pressed on.

‘We can apply for transplants for a new kidney and possibly a liver if it
deteriorates further but given the time that he has left, I don’t think we can
get any,’ he explained.

‘I will fill out the application,’ she said. ‘How much time do we have
left?’

‘Not more than three to four weeks,’ Arman replied. He had no words to
soothe the pain of the young doctor who he knew would take this death

seriously. Doctors never forget the first deaths they encounter. They stay
with them, reminding them of their responsibility and fallibility.

Conversation died out after a while and he left the room. He had Pihu’s
test results on his mind. His steps quickened as he hastily headed to the
research facility of the hospital to chart out a medicinal routine for the

dying girl. She had less time than Dushyant did.