As he lay on the sterile, steel bed, the symphony of the hospital rang out around him – the painful moans, the whispered prayers – all reverberating off the hospital walls. Amidst the cacophony, he found himself besieged by guilt. “I don’t belong here,” he thought to himself. He couldn’t shake the belief that there were others more deserving of attention, those battling more severe ailments. “They should be treating them first,” he rationalized, his breaths coming out labored and heavy.
The doctors, perceiving the urgency of the situation, didn’t delay in orchestrating a series of tests. They took samples of Rohan’s blood for comprehensive lab analyses and performed an X-ray. As Rohan awaited the results, an unsettling stillness descended upon the room, the tension almost palpable.