Rajvanshi's Innocent Bride

44.I'm sorry we can't save them

As the ambulance arrived, chaos ensued. Paramedics rushed out with stretchers, and Aliya appeared, her face pale and streaked with tears. She ran to Rajveer and Abhira, her hands shaking as she touched Rajveer's face. "Bhai , bhabhi, please... don't leave us," she whispered, her voice cracking.

The paramedics worked quickly, placing oxygen masks on Rajveer and Abhira as they were loaded into the ambulance. Aryan, Rudransh, and Aliya climbed in, their faces etched with despair. The ambulance doors closed with a loud thud, and the vehicle sped towards the hospital, its siren piercing through the night.

The ambulance screeched to a halt at Rajveer's own hospital, the doors flung open, and paramedics rushed Rajveer and Abhira inside on stretchers. The hospital staff, already alerted by Rudransh, had assembled the best specialists, and a flurry of medical personnel surrounded them.

"Vitals are unstable!" one doctor called out, checking Rajveer's monitors.

"Severe smoke inhalation, burns on the back, and glass fragments embedded in his body. Prep for surgery immediately!" another instructed as they wheeled Rajveer down the corridor.

On the other stretcher, Abhira's condition was equally dire. "Severe burns on arms and legs, smoke inhalation causing respiratory distress, and a head injury and possible internal injuries from the fall," a nurse reported while placing an oxygen mask over Abhira's face.

They've inhaled a significant amount of smoke-prepare for intubation. Alert pulmonology for respiratory treatment. We need to stabilize them first before proceeding to surgery."

Two teams of nurses wheeled Rajveer and Abhira into adjoining operating rooms. Before disappearing behind the swinging doors, Aryan gripped Dr. Sinha's arm. His voice broke as he pleaded, "Save my son and daughter... save both of them. Do whatever it takes", he begged, joining his both hands infront of doctor

Dr. Mehra nodded grimly. "sir , We'll do everything we can."

Inside Rajveer's operating room, a team of surgeons worked tirelessly. His vitals were unstable, his oxygen levels dangerously low. An anesthesiologist inserted an endotracheal tube to help him breathe as a nurse set up IV lines to administer fluids and medication.

"Careful with the glass shards," one surgeon said as they began the delicate task of removing the pieces embedded in his back. Blood pooled beneath him as suction devices whirred to clear the surgical site.

Meanwhile, in Abhira's operating room, the scene was equally intense. Her burns required immediate attention to prevent infection. A burn specialist meticulously cleaned her wounds, while a neurosurgeon assessed the extent of her head injury.

"She's lost a lot of blood," a nurse reported. "Hemoglobin levels are critical."

"Start a transfusion," the lead surgeon ordered. "We need to control the bleeding in her scalp and monitor for intracranial pressure."

Aryan paced the corridor, his hands clenched into fists. Rudransh sat on a bench, his head buried in his hands, while Aliya leaned against the wall, silently crying.

"Why did this happen?" Aryan muttered angrily. "Why couldn't I protect him?"

Manish stood at a distance, his face pale as he prayed under his breath. "Abhira beti... please come back to us. Please."

Just then, a nurse emerged from the OR. "The surgeries will take hours," she informed them. "Both patients inhaled significant smoke, which has caused respiratory complications. We've started treatments to clear their lungs and stabilize their vitals, but it's critical."

Aryan collapsed into the chair, his body giving way to the weight of the emotional turmoil. His hand trembled as he wiped his forehead, feeling a cold sweat trickle down his spine.