Hiiii guys I’m back. Sorry for a laaaaaaaaaaaaattttttteeeeeeeee update. Ik I was supposed to post sometime last week but nah my hand wanted to rest so it broke down. Thanks for ur sweeeeeet nd warm wishes. No worry the plaster has been removed nd I can move my hand sort of freely now. Sorry for those very late comments. I was under medication most of the time so didn’t manage to comment.
Anyways as a sorry for late comments nd late post, here I’m gonna update a sort of long chapter.
CHAPTER 4: -PART 2- ETHICS AND INTIGRITIES
The shiny metal frame of the terminal robot now lost its lustre and showed clear, visible cracks. The cables were disconnected…cut, and the rubber insulator over it was torn letting the copper shine from the center. Slowly, my fingers hovered over the red wire to check its harm. The copper end was rough with scratches all over. I tried to tape it with the thick fabric duct tape but alas! As if fortune would be on my favour this time.
My body fell over the soft cozy bed and shrank into it as tears of frustration rolled down my eyes. 4 months, 15 days, 18 hours and 52 mins. Was that big? Honestly, NO. What looked big was these 7 years, 11 months and 28 days of uncountable hours hard work. All in vein! Neither do I expect that dream job nor do I hope for the scholarship which was always the almond of my hand. Now, it would be struggle.
“Sumo…” I mumbled. She not only ruined my future but my only peace too. Nothing can be done now, I convinced myself and tried to reach the land of possibilities. Quietly, I allowed my legs to flip under the woollen blanket as I ran the fingers over my hair before closing my eyes.
Those screams…my name…the laughter…that warmth…those eyes…the fear…that guilt…her movement. I jumped off as sweat took over my forehead. My tee all wet, letting its colour to darken in moist.
I started reading “The Four Traditional Pillars of Medical Ethics” louder than a usual reading tone to make my brain aware of what I was supposed to do but all attempts were failing horribly. Pushkar’s words shattered on my head as guilt took over the atmosphere. I read loud, so did his words grew louder inside my head. I started screaming but the non-audible yell of guilt and pain had more pressure…
(Text) “Traditional approaches to medical ethics quote the four fundamental principles
1. Respect autonomy of the patient. Autonomy refers to the capacity to think, decide and act on one’s own free initiative.
2. Beneficence: promoting what is best for the patient.
4. Non-maleficence: do no harm.”
At some point I realized all that made out of my mouth was “Non-maleficence: do no harm” as Pushkar’s words howled into my brain cells.
No harm…NO harm… But I did HARM him. I didn’t only harm him but also the words of doctorate ethics. Great Sumo! What a successful doctor you would turn into after all these years! All integrities broken, so what’s the use being the top student?
Suddenly my eyes scrolled up at Law 3-Justice…
Pushkar’s words faded away as my vision got filled with the ethics laws. I bend my cheekbone and curved the muscles to smile freely when the moment arrived. It was all fresh. The air around me smelled cotton-candy once again as I knew the old Sumo was back
“Time for JUSTICE” I reminded myself.
I heard soft cash rubbing the air, but my eyes were too lazy to open and check for robbers.
Again… Soon I felt the pages of some book being flips as the chuckling noise made its way to my ears, but I was tired. No move from me. For a while I recalled her ‘they’. What if it’s them? But then I wanted to throw away those thoughts and sleep. It can’t be them, whoever she meant, because as far my memory lies, I kept my windows open as general autumn nights, today too some pigeon sipped in. The wind might’ve caused the pages to flip.
The side on my bed bent as if some weight was on it. Someone was here and I felt that someone being near me… now nearer…even nearer… My brain requested my soul to get awaken and look for safety but my mind ensured how I’ve already been sort of bankrupted so no one can do harm to me any longer. I kept my eyes closed not caring of that stranger’s presence. Thin cottony fingers went across my messy hair. I could fell the warmth. It was close…very close to me. My heart started beating faster…the breaths went heavier…sweats started covering my forehead however it got rubbed off with a dry but smooth fabric. Those fingers ran over the fabric and came down tracing my jawline when I clutched that soft hand with both my rough ones at a supersonic speed and pulled it over my chest just to realize it wasn’t anything smaller than a grown up soul laying over me. Slowly I opened my eyes killing all the laziness I have stored within myself for all these time and….IT WAS HER…
Involuntarily I loosened the grip, jumping off seating straight with my backbone being at a right angle causing her frame to misplace and fall backwards on the floor. Crap!
“Are you OKAY?” I barked as I saw her hipbone smashing into the floor and the spinal cord bending to let her arms hug her knees. Slowly she got up wrinkling her skins around her eyes to express her pain while her palm rubbed her hips. My eyes followed her body with an unknown desire but today I would blame her as her dress was inappropriate: A long, loose white t-shirt of my size flowing over the upper body covering the left knee as the right side was tucked in near her waist. The tee’s neck was pulled towards the right showing much of her collarbone and side-shoulder. The sleeves were meant to be a regular half one but as it was oversized for her; it came down till her elbow. As I looked down, she was wearing a black three-quarter pants exposing her lower legs. Yet her feet were covered with fluffy fur slippers with bongs. She looked cute!
“How can I be OKAY after being pulled over a ‘guy’ with strong muscular hands at a light speed and then being pushed back to the floor to let my butt turn in mashed potatoes?” She groaned in pain but it didn’t sound less than heavenly sweet child’s ‘toy-tear’ to me. “Is that a manly work to hurt an innocent girl?” She continued as I kept smiling at her fresh face. Sumo was back to that old one and nothing mattered more now.
“Well sneaking into a guy’s room at late night, seating next to his sleeping soul on his ‘bed’ and playing with his hairs is a lady-like work, eh?” I asked with same fighting spirit as hers.
“Did you actually accuse me rubbing your sweat off? Hell you were having some sort of nightmare and your hairs were all messy with forehead wet, so I just tried helping you. This world knows no humanity!”
“Can you stop your philosophy? And why are you here? GO and SLEEP! You got more drama left?” The words slipped off my mouth and made me regret on them.
The freshness signed to fade away but then like an experienced player she smiled at me taking a deep alarming breath. “Drama! Shravan Malhotra you know me? I bet you never even tried to, because how can a normal-functioning brain miss out a talented actress like me?” she made faces expressing her super-talent. “Anyways now you don’t dare to sleep as I won’t even let you.” I opened my mouth to deny when she rushed to the table to hold my terminal robot for a close up ‘scientist-y look’. It made me feel in space. She was back. Sumo was back. Those eyes had childishness not fear.
While placing the cord on the logo hand antenna, I felt warm air rubbing my cheeks. My heartbeat rose with up with a higher audibility as I could sense her presence. I knew it wasn’t a ‘love’ or intimacy but something different. She had a special effect on me which I’m unaware of.
As the warmth rubbed against my skin, my thoughts broke making me turn my head around just to realize a black mug letting out smoke on her grab. As I smiled with questioning eyes, she begun,
“Hot White Chocolate with vanilla caramel, my favourite”
“Then have it yourself, why r u suggesting me?” I asked trying hard not to make her notice the difference in my behaviour.
“Not suggesting. Ordering. Have it.” She stretched her body down and kept the cup on my table right under my nose and pulled her frame while my eyes followed her. Fortunately, her returning back to position wasn’t simple, as her right arm rubbed against my torso causing her eyes to widen for a while, I meant unfortunately! When she returned to her stable legs I saw the same fear on her eyes…that known one. What happened now?
I wanted to ask her if all’s good or not but I knew that topic shouldn’t b brought up ever again so instead, I said making a puppy face, “Sumo!!! I don’t like sweetened items and it’s WHITE CHOCOLATE with vanilla CARAMEL.”
She gave a mischievous smile out of the blue and started her melodrama. “Does that matter Shravan? I mean yah it does in general but to me it’s a useless info. I ain’t Mrs. Shravan Malhotra to take care of your likes and dislikes.”
I could feel my mouth falling open as her words penetrated through my ear drums. Did she put her name beside mines for a reason? Even if it wasn’t an intentional pull yet it sounded strong to me. Imagining Sumo as Mrs. Shravan Malhotra… cute but I’m not planning to suicide.
“Where does Mrs. Shravan Malhotra pop up? It’s about my choice and if someone makes something for me, it should go according to my style,” I declared when I noticed a big white-pink coffee holder with bunny ears. “What’s that?”
“Something someone loves.” She giggled answering my question. Was that even an answer? I wonder how can she get marks on her exams. None of her answers are specific.
She passed a warm smile as she tried showing off and sipping a bit of that ‘someone’s love’ and ALAS! I. am. wet…yet burning.
“How come living on this planet U drink such shit? UR choice is no less than nightmares! Jezz- Malhotra grow up, come to present world, sugar has been invented!!!” She blabbered while I tried rubbing off the dark stain from my powder-blue tee. She made no sense. I know sugar has been invented and even if I didn’t know so, her hot white chocolate with vanilla caramel was enough to make me realize so. Hell why is she barking at me after splitting that drinks of hers on my tee? I could smell raw…dark…something strong. Is that my American Espresso? I looked at her who was making ‘gross’ expressions explaining how much she hated her drinks but…
“Is that my American Espresso?” I asked being cold and calm.
“Nooooooo….it can’t be ur American Espresso, it’s poison. How the heck do you drink it?” She exaggerated which made me fume even more. How dare she touch my stuff? If she has so many problems with my choice then she can stay away. I’m not biting her off. “Pillar no. 2 in medical ethics- Do wht’s the best for the patient- Ur best is to forget this forever. I’m not allowing you to drink this thinking of the best for you.”
Did I not warn her before not to share her stupid bio knowledge with me? This girl!!! What does she want? But now it was enough….I won’t repeat what I did that cause me such a damage. I gave her a cursed look as I begun, “What r u talking about Ms. Sumo whtever ur last name is? Medical Ethics no.2? Well I bet u forgot the 1st and most important one- Respect self-sufficiency of the patient,” Her eyes enlarged as I continued. She looked pretty impressed by my words even though it made her lose. “This Espresso is my choice and u must respect it. Anyways y did u try it?”
“I would like to explore u.”
That’s all for chap 4. Ik boring eh? Sry for all spelling nd grammatical mistakes as there r many chances. I really can’t type properly. Anyways there r not much points to b noted from this part so let’s go through them quickly
-Shravan’s faces (Wanna think or should I give more clues?-btw it’s indirect so hard to get it)
-Sumo calling herself “Drama Queen”
-Puzzle: Try switching their drinks. It might b a huge spoiler for u if u can figure it out (or else wait for another month until I unfold it)
Oh yah sry for the medical ethics (yah these r real ones) these r the core of this chap if u have observed carefully so I had to include it. If u r not interested in bio then a huge sry for filling ur brain with garbage. I’ll post the nxt part soon….nd it’ll b a surprise. (Actually I don’t wanna give a fixed date nd then disappoint u all by not posting due to complications so better it stays a surprise)
Loads of love for all