It was a busy day at the precinct with some new cases, the recent most case they wrapped thier heads around has some complications as it involved a Cabinet Minister's son,
Rakesh, aged 32 was allegedly accused of raping and killing Brinda, The daughter of the Minister's chauffeur, A poor and innocent man who came crying to him for justice. He was summoned again for a statement this morning,
"Sir, antha manushan varuvaaru nu nenakringla? " Aravind asked Sathya who looked slightly tensed,
"Varuvaaru.. Varla naalu na idha chumma vida maaten" Sathya told him gritting his teeth,
"paavam sir... Chinna ponnu.. Innu iruvathu vaisu kooda aaghala" Guru stood beside him with teary eyes,
"Athunaala dha avana saavadikra alavuku kovam varuthu" Sathya removed his cap harshly and set it aside in frustration,
"Idha epdiyaachu prove panniye aaghanum sir..
Sattathula thandana vaangi tharanum" Aravind told him again and Sathya scoffed,
"Cabinet Minister paiyanuku entha court uh punishment tharuthu, Aravind? " Sathya smiled at him wryly,
"Apo enna panna porom sir? " Guru asked him, already sensing what Sathya was thinking,
" You will see " There was a devilish smirk on his face.
Meanwhile, the Medical camp buzzed with Patients who underwent checkups and efficient treatment, and Doctors who stood all day to perform thier duty perfectly,
"Yo! Doctor K, Tea edachu venuma?" Karthikeyan came up to check on Krithika who was attending on a patient's surgery report, briskly giving them instructions on thier bone rupture and lack of movement,
"Yes please" She quickly answered him, going back to what she was doing.
Krithika was soon done and signed a prescription for a new medication that would be a better cure and stood up, looking around to see if she could anyone else,
her heart beat fast seeing a young boy being carried inside the Intensive Care Unit, his body bleeding in all the painful places, his parents running behind the parade medics with thier teary eyes and dwindling hearts. Krithika wiped her tears as she came to face with Karthikeyan,
"Kashtama dha irukum, Krithika.
But we should be strong. Because, we are thier hope" He told her earnestly and at that very moment, The chief Doctor called Krithika to attend the small boy,
She swiftly changed into her surgery gloves, her mask and held a prayer in her heart for the universe and the Almighty to help her save the child.
"Dhairyama irunga" She told his mother before coming inside, checking for his vitals,
The boy was hit by a truck when he was playing, his arms and his legs injured, his head seemed to have lost blood, Krithika seeon figured that it was a blood clot seeing his slow responses,
Her little palms continuously patted his cheeks, trying to keep him responsive,
His pulse was dying and she had to be quick, her eyes closed and opened once more as the Nurses started cleaning the blood on his face along with her.
Krithika held her breath as she carefully collected the blood vessels and small pieces of glass that were picking his arms,
"Quick, set up oxygen
We need to make it fast" She instructed her care team as she held his head once, as they watched him lose consciousness due to the effects of Anesthesia,
