Connecting Dots

Chapter 30

 "Dr Sarah please can you finish up for me." Sejal said getting up from the stool pulling out the mask clinging to her buttoned nose, removing the blood stained gloves and getting out of the door she threw them into the laundry bin below the left counter for sanitizing hands before entering into the operation theater.

Tulsi followed by holding her note pad along with a beautiful fountain pen which reminded her of how fond she was of these pens when in school, collecting her phone Sejal walked into the changing cubicle.

Pushing the key into the hole of her locker she checked her phone for any notifications as it was a three hour surgery so she at least expected a Hi dropped by somebody, but instead not so surprisingly she found five missed calls of Raghav which made her give a long sigh of ominous exhaustion.

Surely this guy was in desperate need of somebody telling him to stop disturbing people attending their duty hours sincerely, for a matter of fact he would have definitely called either to ask how much salt is to be added in the rice or the name of any pleasant anesthesia so that he could easily kidnap anyone like he did last time; drugging Aryan from the gym, thankfully he wasn't persistent about knowing the back story of how did he land up in her apartment moreover on Katyusha's bed.

Coming to Raghav he should have a minimum common sense that when somebody isn't picking up the call in at least two calls, they must understand either the person is not available or doesn't want to talk at the moment. If it's an emergency they must smartly contact somebody else instead of repeatedly calling the same person who isn't attending.

Then there was a text from her dad which was quite astonishing making her wonder could a man be even more professional with their own blood daughter?

Dear,

I have made reservations at Royal Prince at 21:00 Hrs.

I don't like late comers.

Cheers,

Dr Shravan Bhattacharya.

Rolling her eyes she typed an okay but again thought of ignoring it and simply showing up at the destination, after all he was her father and could bear not receiving a reply from her. Although she highly doubted it was a message typed by his PA who most probably didn't knew it was supposed to be a warm convey to his own daughter.

Changing quickly out of her surgery robes into her casual jeans and top, she walked up to the nurse station to give her check out for the day and her foot lead to the cafeteria as her stomach was craving for the sandwich of Mrs. Tyrant, it is the favorite of Aryan and he is the reason she fell in love with the sand-witch.

On the way she saw Dr Stephen rushing up with a patient laid in a stretcher just bought into the ER, he turned to give her a little lousy smile just in a nick of time before returning back to his duties which made her frown because honestly she liked the rebellious Stephen, not the present one who was following up orders to save his doctor license.

Remembering her own rebellious self she let out a guilty breath, because maybe she didn't have any precise idea of how many lives she had supposedly sent into the dark for her own selfish motives; to save her mother was the primary one.

Deep in thoughts of her past she slammed straight into a man whose back was to her, letting out a loud grunt due the pain on her left elbow she managed to see whom she had hit; it was some random worker who was carrying a banner of Shore Foundation which was one of the leading activist groups for LGBT community.

It bought up a smile on her face that how RCSM was supporting the other gender race, because when a bigger platform supports a cause or community people show interest in mass number and this would also mean an open threat to all the narrow minded people still out there.