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Anirudh exhaled deeply, trying to clear his thoughts as he leaned against the wall, his eyes fixated on the ground. But his mind kept drifting back to the conversation he had just had with his friend.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why can't I stop thinking about her?"

He took another deep breath, trying to compose himself. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the image of her from his mind.

"She's just a girl in my class," he repeated to himself, as if trying to convince himself. "Just some girl who means nothing to me."

With a jolt, Anirudh's attention snapped back to reality as his phone rang, breaking the silence around him. He fumbled to pull out his phone from his pocket, his heart pounding a little bit faster than usual.

It was Alya.

He hesitated for a moment before answering the call. "Hey, what's up?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Anirudh's heart skipped a beat as he heard Alya's words. "What are you talking about? Bondita!?What accident?" he asked urgently.

"She was crossing the road and a truck hit her. She's hurt, Anirudh. We're taking her to the hospital." Alya's voice trembled as she spoke, betraying the fear and worry she was feeling.

A cold wave of shock washed over Anirudh. "Is... Is she okay? How badly is she hurt?" he managed to ask, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"I don't know. She's unconscious, and there's a lot of blood," Alya said, her tone filled with fear and helplessness. "We're on our way to the hospital right now. You need to come, Bhai. She needs you."

A mixture of emotions swirled inside Anirudh's chest -- fear, worry, and something else he couldn't quite define. "I'll be there," he said, his voice hoarse. "Which hospital are you taking her to?"

"Greenwood General Hospital," Alya replied. "And please hurry, Bhai. I'm really worried about her."

"I'm on my way," Anirudh said, already starting to move. "I'll be there soon. Just... Just take care of her, okay? I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Hurry, please. She needs you," Alya implored before ending the call, leaving Anirudh to sprint towards his bike.

Anirudh's mind was racing as he raced down the streets on his bike, breaking traffic rules and dodging cars as if his life depended on it. His heart was pounding against his ribcage, fear wrapping its icy claws around his chest.

He pushed himself to go even faster, the cold evening air whipping against his face. He couldn't shake the image of her from his mind, injured and unconscious somewhere, waiting for him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at Greenwood General Hospital. He parked his bike haphazardly, not caring if it got towed or not, and sprinted towards the emergency room, his heart lodged in his throat.

He burst into the emergency room, his eyes frantically scanning the surroundings for any sign of her. He spotted a familiar face - Alya, sitting in a chair in the waiting room, looking pale and panicked.

Upon seeing Anirudh, she stood up and rushed towards him, tears streaming down her face. "Bhai, thank god you're here," she sobbed. "She's in the operating room, but they won't let me in. Please, you have to go in and see her."

Anirudh's heart sank even further. She was in the operating room? That meant the injury was serious, life-threatening even. He didn't waste a moment, pushing past Alya and making his way towards the operating room.

He pushed through the doors, and the sight that greeted him was even more terrifying than he had imagined. There she was, lying motionless on an operating table, surrounded by doctors and nurses. Her face was pale, her eyes closed, and there was a large bandage across her forehead.

Anirudh felt his knees buckle as he rushed towards her side, ignoring the protests of the doctors around him. He reached out and took her hand in his, surprised to feel how cold her skin was.

One of the doctors tried to pull him away, but he held onto her hand tightly, refusing to let go. "Please," he murmured, his voice choked with unshed tears, "Please, tell me she's going to be okay. Tell me she's going to survive."

The doctor's expression softened at the sight of Anirudh's desperation. "We're doing everything we can," he assured him. "But the injury is serious. She's lost a lot of blood, and we're operating to stop the bleeding and repair the damage. It's going to be a long and difficult procedure."

The words hit Anirudh like a punch to the gut. He squeezed her hand tighter, as if willing her to open her eyes, to look at him. But she remained unconscious, her eyelids still closed.

The doctor placed a hand on Anirudh's shoulder. "You should wait outside. It's going to be a while before we have any news. It's best for you to stay out here and let us do our job."

Anirudh shook his head firmly. "No, I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here, next to her."

The doctor looked like he wanted to protest, but Anirudh's intense gaze made him back down. "Fine," he said eventually. "But you have to stay out of our way and let us work. Understood?"

Anirudh nodded, never taking his eyes off her face. He moved to the side, his hand still grasping hers as he watched the doctors work around her.

Time seemed to drag on endlessly as the doctors worked on repairing her injured form. Anirudh's heart ached as he watched them cutting and sewing her skin, their faces tense with concentration. Every so often, she would stir slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she never regained consciousness.

He clenched his jaw, watching her face contort with pain every time she stirred. He wanted nothing more than to take away her suffering, to switch places with her. But all he could do was watch helplessly from the sidelines, his hands bound by the strict orders of the doctors.

He felt a surge of anger towards the truck driver, whoever they were. How could they have been so careless? How could they have caused so much pain and suffering to someone so innocent? He wanted to find them and make them pay for what they had done.

But for now, all he could do was focus on her. He squeezed her hand gently, praying for a miracle, willing her to open her eyes and look at him. "Please," he murmured under his breath, "Please, fight. Don't give up. Please, you have to be okay."

The night wore on, the hours stretching into what felt like an eternity. The doctors continued their work, their faces growing weary and tired. But Anirudh didn't move from his spot, his grip on her hand never loosening.

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