This incident has left me very disturbed. It was the day when we were
anxiously waiting for the recovery of a dear person in the hospital who
was in the ICU. My eyes fell on a group of people who were talking to
one of the doctors. I could sense that it was something very critical
and all three - a woman, a young man and the old man looked really
worried.The woman in the group had tears in her eyes.
After this I saw the young man walking from one counter to the other and the old man trying to console the woman. I asked them if there was any way in which we could help them and the old man told us that his grand daughter who had been hospitalised for over a fortnight, was critical and needed blood transfusion immediately. At that, we told them not to worry and managed to arrange for donors. The mother was so very overjoyed that she just thanked us every now and then. She told us that they had come from the village and her daughter who was fourteen had to be admitted to the hospital due to liver problems.
Now that the little girl had received blood transfusion we all heaved a sigh of relief. The mother, her aged father and the young man who we came to know was her son were overjoyed. When in ICU I felt everybody who was there felt a bond with each other as everyone knew what each one of us were going through. Just by the emotions that each one's face reflected was an indicator as to how each one's dear ones were faring.
The time was 4.15 in the evening when the doctors called the young man inside and when he came out we immediately knew something was drastically wrong. Yes, the little girl of fourteen was not able to pull through and had finally given up the battle. We were all totally devastated by this. We had not seen this little girl , but there was a bond which had formed over a period of 3-4 hours. This just shook me and the tears of the mother was something which I could not bear to see. I tried as best as I could to console her but it sounded hollow even to my own ears. Oh! life sometimes can be so very cruel.
The only final act of help that we could do was when they fell short of money.We left them to grieve together. The final memory of that mother was her taking her daughter's clothes to dress her up one last time before the final journey back home.
After this I saw the young man walking from one counter to the other and the old man trying to console the woman. I asked them if there was any way in which we could help them and the old man told us that his grand daughter who had been hospitalised for over a fortnight, was critical and needed blood transfusion immediately. At that, we told them not to worry and managed to arrange for donors. The mother was so very overjoyed that she just thanked us every now and then. She told us that they had come from the village and her daughter who was fourteen had to be admitted to the hospital due to liver problems.
Now that the little girl had received blood transfusion we all heaved a sigh of relief. The mother, her aged father and the young man who we came to know was her son were overjoyed. When in ICU I felt everybody who was there felt a bond with each other as everyone knew what each one of us were going through. Just by the emotions that each one's face reflected was an indicator as to how each one's dear ones were faring.
The time was 4.15 in the evening when the doctors called the young man inside and when he came out we immediately knew something was drastically wrong. Yes, the little girl of fourteen was not able to pull through and had finally given up the battle. We were all totally devastated by this. We had not seen this little girl , but there was a bond which had formed over a period of 3-4 hours. This just shook me and the tears of the mother was something which I could not bear to see. I tried as best as I could to console her but it sounded hollow even to my own ears. Oh! life sometimes can be so very cruel.
The only final act of help that we could do was when they fell short of money.We left them to grieve together. The final memory of that mother was her taking her daughter's clothes to dress her up one last time before the final journey back home.