Unethical - II

You might be remembering the short fiction story I wrote under the name Unethical a week ago.

And, If you don't remember it..... or haven't read it ......or find it too long... ;-)

Here's the Summary:

A girl meets a guy at an engagement party, and they notice the magnetism amidst them, despite of their never having met each other. But all of it is unethical as the very guy she's falling for, is the groom-to-be of her own cousin sister. 

(Wow! I'm super good at summarizing!) =D *winks

I saw you talking on the phone

I know that you are not alone

But you steal my heart away

Yeah you steal my heart away

You're acting like you're on your own

But I saw you standing with a girl

Stop tryn' to steal my heart away,

Stop tryn' to steal my heart away

I don't know where we going

I don't know who we are

I can feel your heartbeat ..

He said to me

I can feel your heartbeat

Running through me

Please do this video justice by watching it on full-screen mode!

A song and video I've lately fallen in love with.
The component of the S1-S2, or the Lub-Dub make it more captivating, and the anatomical beating of the heart depicted by the incandescent lights make the nerves stir

I'm sorry,but I'm hopelessly into Medicine, and into Enrique and into Nicole. (They make the hottest couple ever, in my opinion. But, I guess Kournikova and Hamilton have their opinion too. Apart from their love for their respective! ;-)

Tele says:
I can feel your heartbeat...

Running through me...
Humming through me...

Aborted

Oh! Wow.

Is it true,

that, some time from now,

I'll have you?

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The idea that I had,

was living within me,

It was growing forward,

and reality, soon, it would be.

Within me, you could be felt,

Some unfinished dreams were being recalled,

your presence made the stolid heart melt,

being yours was a thing with which I, now, romanced.

I knew, you want to rush into my embrace

Be called mine & caress me too.

Yes, It is a truth and not a pseudocyesis case.

And in no time it would be happening to me & to you.

Love, care, and a bond had developed

I told you so, and you knew it, right?

With each moment, closer we had moved.

Until that changed it all, that night.

You rushed, you hurried, you planned to meet,

when time should have taken care of it all,

The waters broke & the heart too, feeble had become your beat,

Trying anything couldn't have helped to stop you fall.

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You were premature, just a fetus,

Incapable of independent existence.

You were not a baby, a live part of us,

Having the grit to put persistence.

Before you matured or ripened,

you were plucked for celebration,

Oh! I wish-

You would have been where you had always stayed,

After all, you were God's own incarnation.

You feel bad, hurt and at loss,

You tag me irresponsible & hate me enough.

Baby, but dying I am too, because,

I lost more than you did-the dreams & the reason to live.

You need to believe it and you know, it ain't a bluff.

Tele says: Respect time, sometimes rushing can only abort.

Just came around this beautiful picture...!! :-)

Baby's First Movements!

The dude, the drunkard and the asshole!

Half-past ten, Casualty Center, Hospital.

It was about time I creased the white apron, rested down the stethoscope, and bid a goodbye to the casualty duty for the day. 6 hours since the duty had commenced, some minor road accident casualties, a few heart patients, and two major emergency cases had been handled. It was my first day at Casualty, and it had been a satisfying day at work.

The Resident Doctor (Does it sound similar to The Resident Evil?? ) were about to change duties for the night. Yeah, the one who was to stay did ask me straight faced, 'So you're doing a night today?' 
Please say a yes. The excitement was barely conceadable.
'No Sir, I would retire for the day in few minutes from now.'
Bursted.
'By the way, you're an intern, right? What's your name?'
'Tele'
'What?'
'Tele as in Television'
'Ohk. Christian?'
'Tele, We have an influx. Come.', the R-2 called. 
R-2, the resident whom I had assisted the whole evening, was a pleasant doctor. Needless to say, the same sequence had taken place few hours before when I had joined duties, but seeing my no-nonsense-only-work attitude he had ceased hitting.

So, here we had: A head injury, A maniac, and A Road-Traffic Accident patient.
Triage.

The Dude!

Head Injury first. A 20 something old labourer, having a 10cm horizontal slit on his forehead, blood splattered over the face, conscious.
Examining him, we were sure he had a frontal fracture, and he would have had injured his brain too.
Suture him before the Referral.


'Stitch?? Doctor, Don't cut my hair.' the patient blurted.
'Dude!'
Well-being was rather secondary, for him, to his good-looks. *grins

The Drunkard !

The maniac was jumping and shouting in the trauma center, moving hitherto. The paramedic had been ready with the history. 
So, he was under acute intoxication with the so-asserted 'poisonous alcohol'. 
The newspapers had been full with reported sale of poisonous alcohol and deaths in the last 2 days. On suspicion of him having consumed it, he had been brought.

No symptoms detected, yet Gastric lavage had to be done.
He was comfortable now.
He-The Drunkard.

The RTA was a minor accident. Two men, one with a bruise, and one with a laceration on the right palm.
Standing in the MOT for stitching up the palm, I overheard a voice.
'Ya bastard, you left me there. Ya think ya saved your ass, do you? I'll open ya up once I get outta...'
'Excuse me, who's had the injury on palm?'
The one conversing stared at me, and entered.

The A**hole!

'Pllllleaaaase. Make it numb.'
He whimpered like a baby.

'What, One more stitch. Nooo.'

Bandaged, he left.
I overheard him, 'Am coming ya f**ker! Ya Asshole!'

Retired for the day!

Tele ;-)

Leaving you an interesting picture ;-) 

Cool Hair Cut!