Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"She has been drugged for sure," Ayesha said, "and she has indulged in recent sexual activity. It is hard to say whether it was forced or consensual because there are no injuries on her genitals. In fact, there are hardly any fresh injuries, few minor wounds that will heal in a day or two."
Mithila was relieved to know that the girl was not seriously injured.
"However," Ayesha said, "There are some old scars. These kinda scars would usually result from regular torture. There are signs of previous childbirth. Lemme do a quick ultrasound."
Ayesha held an ultrasound probe over her belly and frowned, "This does not look good. Her uterus is almost dysfunctional. Looks like a badly done abortion, but she might never conceive again."
Mithila felt a pinch in her heart as she realized the implications of what Ayesha said.
"This is a very sensitive case Mithila," Ayesha said, "This girl seems to have gone through some very significant trauma, I trust you would know how to handle this."
"I'll take care of her Ayesha," she said, lovingly touching the girl's hair.
As Ayesha finished dressing all the girl's wounds, Dr. Mithila instructed the nurse, "I want you to cover up these tattoos with bandages. Say nothing to her about the tattoos. She is in a vulnerable state of mind and the sight of these tattoos could...destabilize her."
The nurse nodded in approval and covered up her tattoos and dressed her up in a clean gown. Mithila wrote down orders for further medications. The nurses got the still sedated girl shifted to a private ward where she could rest undisturbed. Mithila wanted to leave, but she couldn't take her eyes off the girl. Her heart was sad, and she shuddered at the thought of what all the girl must have been through. She sat down quietly next to the girl, closed her eyes, trying to pray for her quick recovery.
Mithila held the sleeping girl's delicate palm in her hand and looked at her fondly. The girl had a small and slender frame, and a wheatish brown complexion. She had large innocent eyes and dark hair hanging down her shoulders. Mithila lovingly ran her fingers through the girl's hair.
Mithila's husband Anshul was also a doctor and worked in the same hospital. He entered the ward and found his wife sitting next to the sleeping girl looking visibly disturbed.
"Are you OK honey?" He asked in a worried tone, "I thought you left. I was hoping you'd be home by now."
"I was going home," Mithila said, "And I found this girl on the road. She was...I had to help her or she wouldn't have survived."