This post is in continuation to previous post. You can read it here----------> The reason! Rahul’s room was at the fourth floor at the end of a long corridor that had a sickly sweet smell like all other hospitals. Ashima, assuming herself to be guilty for all this rushed immediately to the hospital. ‘Rahul Chopra!!’ she asked nervously to the man sitting at the hospital reception. ‘He is room number 410, fourth floor.’ He said after scanning thoroughly in his patient register. Without wasting a single minute she rushed towards the elevator. She reached the room; outside she saw his father Mr. Praveen standing. He had phoned her and informed about the accident. He was talking to the doctor, he looked extremely worried. ‘How is he now?’ asked Ashima gasping for breath. ‘Don’t worry, he will be fine. He is out of danger now. It’s a miracle that he was not killed. He survived with a possible concussion, and injured right arm.’ After hearing this, Ashima felt a sigh of
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