Chapter 4

Sammy woke up in the hospital bed with dressing all over his chest going down to his stomach. There was dressing done on his left thigh. He was dazzed by all the medicines he was given and didnt feel much pain anywhere.

So he was alive. He was glad but didnt know how and when he reached this place.But he was glad none the less. He saw the nurse walk upto him and he wanted to ask so many questions to her but all he could manage was "Water". The nurse offered him some and asked him to rest. He had tubes going out of his body and as he was resting he wondered about the plight he is in. There was no one out there who would be worried about him. He had no friends too. His folks passed away when he was too young and his siblings...well thats another story. So even if anyone was worried about him not being around it would only be his boss and that would purely be for professional reasons. He remembered that he was to make a presentation to a foreign delegate today and that presentation was as important to the firm as it was for his career. How his life changed all of a sudden!!

He had never been on a bed for this long and he was already tired with the long wait. He worried about his life more now that he was alive. Will those guys come back for him, now that he was still alive with his memory intact to trace them back? He wanted to run from the hospital and wanted to get back his life, or whatever little he had.

The nurse came back, this time with a syringe in her hand and a ball of cotton in the other. He wondered was it a sedative becasue his body was already so full with it. She put the stuff into the bottle of liquid that was floating into his body and within minutes he was back to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was dark and the night brought back a lot of memories of last nite and the scene kept playing again and again in his mind like crazy. He worried about his safety but this time he felt mentally prepared to face the unimaginable.

When the nurse visited him, he got his words out. "When do you think i can get a discharge from here?" he asked her. "It would take the wounds to cure a while, you were lucky that the bullet didnt get your heart" She replied " I cant give you an exact date yet, i guess you should speak to the doctor". He thanked the nurse and went back to his slumber. Days just passed him by and he now wondered about his job and the whether it would still be there when he got back. Oh! how he wished he had someone to talk to right now. He was alone and hurt .