Trauma Ward

Yesterday was a scary day for me. While coming back from AIESEC appointment, a guy was crossing a road and he met with and accident. He bumped into a two wheeler while crossing the road. Due to heat he was very weak anyway. As a matter of fact that guy tried to save him but he touched the silencer and fell on the road. He is bleeding. That too from head. As usual in 5 seconds there was a huge crowd around. Some one brought water, we cleaned his wound. Meanwhile 108 was called and ambulance was on its way. Bleeding stopped after pouring the water. The guy was totally not in his senses. He wasn’t unconscious though. He was completely blank. 108 arrives, the medic comes and sees him. While checking his head and talking to me..looking at me and cleaning he said nothing to worry and there was a huge stain of blood on the cotton. And he said, we need to take him to local hospital. Meanwhile my friend had arrived as well. I sat in the ambulance with him.

He soon as we reached hospital, he was taken to the Trauma Ward. The scene of trauma ward was pathetic. Very similar to those exaggerated scenes shown in a typical south Indian movies. But I’d not anymore say exaggerated. They are true. There were around 12 beds there. On one bed there was kid taken, skin of his hand was totally ripped off. On the other bed a guy was shaking like anything. A pregnant woman was yelling like anything {later I came to know that she had a miscarriage 😦  }. An old man was on oxygen mask. Meanwhile case paper was made and preliminary treatment was given to the man I had injured. He was allotted his bed and I was away for the formalities. Doctor told me that so far its head injury CT scan needs to be done. I arranged money for it somehow and got him to the CT scan ward. Before taking him there..there was a stretcher with a man of age 45 lying with his mouth open unconsciously. His son was coming there. Meanwhile back in CT scan room, the only thing i was praying to good lord was that there isn’t anything serious. That man should not suffer more. I was almost on verge of crying feeling guilty. All this while I had called his family and his and wife were on their way to hospital. They lived in some village in outskirts of city. The guy was doing some sort of business.  Actually one can’t call it a business at all. What he does is, buy small things of daily chores and go back to his village and sell ’em. So it was daily sort of business. Everyday he’d come to city buy things and sell there.

CT scan reports came and Doc said everything is normal. Nothing to worry about. I was like thank God !! I put him on wheelchair and brought back to the trauma ward. Back in trauma ward, doctor asked me to bring thread and medicine for stitches. So Devang and Shyam went for the medicine, problem was we didn’t have money at all. They called up Harsh to come with money. And so far only one person is allowed with the patient I was with the guy. Because his wife and kid hadn’t arrived then. Meanwhile the guy “Mr K” was coming in his senses. And he suddenly bursts crying. I was shocked and scarred again. I sat beside him and asked what happened. He replied “what am I doing here” I don’t remember a thing”. Then I told him everything. Again he was crying, I asked again, he said that he was scarred. I went to doctor and told him about this. Doc came and made him understand. Meanwhile the unconscious guy on stretcher, about whom i mentioned earlier, was still there and his son had arrived. He was yelling Dad, wake up, Dad..please wake up. And trust me while writing this, my eyes are blurred. It was painful and really heart melting to see that guy yelling over his Dead dad !! :(( He kept on doing this for almost 15-20 minutes. He kept on pumping the body and crying. I couldn’t resist myself there.

By then he was taken to OT and his wife and kids had also arrived. They were anxious too. I told them the situation and made them understand that there’s nothing to worry about. I was there with Doc in the OT while taking stitches. I had a nice long conversation with Doctor. While Mrs K  was waiting outside and Doc, Mr K and me being inside the OT. Doc asked me, why didn’t you ran away. I said because it was my fault and even if it wasn’t my fault then i’d have stayed and couple of more talks about morality and humanity !!

Alas, we are done, and you can go home yourself said Doc to Mr K. His wife came to me and thanked me. And his wife explained their condition. They have this daily business. Their evening menu is decided by the earnings at the end of the day. They lived in a house on rest and they can’t pay the rent the landlord is threatening them to leave the place. More over the kid is now in 12th, so his tuition fees and all. I really don’t know how they gonna manage all this.


2 Responses to “Trauma Ward”

  1. 1 Vishal
    May 29, 2010 at 6:06 pm

    its really scary how we don`t thank God for what we have got, unless we learn or get involved in such situations.

    It was really kind of you to be with that person, hope you never back yourself from doing a good deed or helping someone.

  2. 2 gypsyontherocks
    May 29, 2010 at 7:06 pm

    thanks vishal

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