“Emergency!”, exclaimed Alok saar, carrying the unconscious Nisha in his arms. His eyeballs rolled hither and thither, as soon as he stepped inside the hospital. There were beds hurrying bruised kids to wards in different corners. Several doctors got their hands dirty with syringes or stethoscopes while the others were engrossed rubbing their palms with the kids’ tender ones. Alok spotted a free bed. He rushed to lay Nisha on it he rested the back of her head gently on the white pillow. He sobbed at her fresh blood in his hands. Without any further delay, he folded his thumb