The ambulance reached the spot within ten minutes of calling it in. The Paramedics were quick to offer the basics and quickly drove the body to hospital.
He had turned into a "body". The medics had pronounced him dead. There was no pulse or any other symptoms to even denote a part of him clinging to the body. The attender in the ambulance had called in ahead to the hospital to tell them about the body they are bringing in.
He woke up. Snap and he was awake.
The medics were taken aback. The doctors at hospital were sure that the medic who checked him was not observant. They even suspected him to have been under the influence of alcohol.
All that did not matter.
Rahul had a motorcycle accident and he was practically unhurt. Untouched. They were all a little puzzled. There was not a scar on him or even a bruise considering how the accident scene was. The SUV which swiveled out of his had smashed into a truck coming from behind and everyone was dead.
Rahul was the only one alive.
The Doctors conducted a couple of tests, ran a MRI scan but Rahul couldn't look more healthier.
Rahul woke up next morning thanking God. Thanking for saving him, thanking for everything he had and vowed to value his life.
Evening cricket match at the school ground behind his house was his favorite way to spend the evening. Two overs into the match, when the ball flew over mid-on, Rahul dived to catch it.
Catch the ball, he sure did. The batsman was out and his team members had celebrated. But unfortunately for him, he had landed on a shard of glass, cutting his elbow deep. He was bleeding profusely.
He took a handkerchief and bandaged his arm, taking leave to go to a nearby clinic to have it attended to.
Lucky for him, the clinic had no waiting patients.
"I'd like to have my wound bandaged. A piece of glass cut my hand and the bleeding is a little too much." he said to the receptionist.
"Sure, I will have a nurse attend to you in a jiffy."
He was sitting in the waiting area for a minute when a nurse called him in.
"Let me see your wound." said the nurse, smiling sweetly.
"I was playing cricket on the field and fell on it." Rahul replied, untying the handkerchief he had tied.
He stood stunned.
How can this be?
THE HAND WAS HEALED.
Healed was what he could think because it was surely cut earlier. He stood still, thinking about how this could have been.
He looked at the top of his track pant.
Sure enough, the blood stain was still there. He wasn't hallucinating about the cut.
Then, how?
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