VIII-Empty-handed

The next day of the week at the hospital reception, Ryan got admitted as a patient suffering from rigorous stomach ache. He was asked to stay in ICU for a two days observation. Those two days, was a nightmare for Ryan in the ICU. He was not permitted to leave out, nor did they allow Yash to stay in for more then ten minutes. Ryan’s notion that there was something devious about this infirmary; nobody is allowed to meet the patients in ICU.
He couldn’t doze in that hostile atmosphere. He made up hi mind to sneak out of the ICU. Time was 2:00 am in the early hours, Ryan walked out of the ICU. He got himself in an elevator. On the 3rd floor the doctors living room was present, may be that may turn out to be something useful for him. By that time Yash managed to filch the keys from the security guard. Both mates met at the 3rd floor reception. Fortunately not a soul was there at the reception desk.

Nearby was board hanging to the wall at the corner of the waiting lobby “Dr. Carter Slade”. Ryan got stunned to see the name plate of a departed individual. Yet after six years his nameplate is present, why? What relation does he have with this infirmary? ‘He died long back!’ Ryan thought.
Ryan nodded to check out that room. Yash tried the all keys he had but it didn’t unlock the door. Someone came abruptly, Ryan and Yash got under the table. It was a drunken assistant doctor; he was singing the same song which the old man was singing in the cemetery.

The assistant doctor Muff Fleming went to his room and slept. Ryan nodded its safe to come out now. Time was 3:30 now Ryan shrugged it was a waste to come here, nevertheless they found something suspicious behind the door. They both returned to their place, all the nurses in the ICU were snoring softly.

They got only one opportunity to enter the room again before he is shifted to a single room…They got to do in next 24hrs….


To be continued…..