Gibberish #2

[Disclaimer - This is fiction. Bears no resemblance to any real incident whatsoever. I'm yet to become a doctor and therefore the "doctor" depicted here is not me. Also, just to make it absolutely obvious, I'm not married.]

Thank heavens that this is my private diary. The last thing a doctor needs to do is to reveal the details of his patient to the world.

I don’t know if I have it in me to write this. It was shocking. It was horrific. I really don’t want to recall the details of the unfortunate incident which I witnessed on that fateful day. But it’s too heavy a burden for me to carry. I will have to vent it out. It was the 21st of October, 2009.

I was pretty tired. The last thing I needed was another stint with my patient after attending to nearly a hundred people who had come to the clinic that day. I was tired, terribly tired. But I knew this would probably be the last time I saw him before Dr. Kumar took over. In a sense, I was relieved.

I looked at my watch. It was gift from Kavita on our anniversary last year. A Titan Insignia, her final gift. Looking at the watch made me nostalgic. And why wouldn’t it? After all that we went through, together. Our shared happiness, sorrows and pains. The setting sun which was barely visible through the blinds of the window reflected my thoughts perfectly. Pity, by the end of the day, the last thing I would be worried about was the setting sun, or my watch.

It happened right then. Yeah, it was exactly then. 5:45pm. I heard a loud noise. It came from the floor above the clinic’s. Who would make such....Rohan!

I was in a daze. I think I had run up the stairs and had found the restroom door locked. From the inside. Why on earth would he do that? And where the hell was Hari? Thoughts flooded my mind and I think I had let out a shout. Or had I called Hari?

Someone had brought a metal rod and kept banging the door. The sound of it I can clearly remember...

I can’t do this. I need to stop.

I won’t strike off the lines I wrote above this one. I don’t want to. No, I wont. I need to let everything out, till I’m emotionless. Till I’m feeling stoned, in every sense of the word.

The door was broken with the help of a few people. Some of whom I didnt even know.

It was a strong stench of faeces which struck me. It was unbearable. Through the crack in the door I saw what was by far the most shocking sight I’ve even come across.

Rohan was lying face down on the floor. The pool of blood was making its way across the entire room. The chair had been moved directly below the ceiling fan.

And then I noticed something.

He was breathing...