An unfortunate complication.
I cried.
He cried.
The Specialist cried.
It all started innocently. A man who felt sorry for his mate.
It ended in tragedy. The man now felt even more sorry for his mate.
The room was barely lit. But there was no mistaking the reason for the housecall.
What do one says?
What can one say?
The unspoken look said it all.
Nothing was said. Nothing need to be said. The enormity of the problem was obvious.
The eerie silence was suddenly broken by my mobile ringing?
It was one of the hotel. But they will have to wait.
The problem in hand need immediate attention.
The man was a paraplegic.
When he was told of "the injection," it was like Christmas had came early.
But either he wasn't aware of the six hours rule or simply ignored it.
The rest is now history; in a specimen jar in the laboratory.
