Thriller Stretched Between Danger

[kslibrarygirl]

The afternoon clinic was running late when the nurse brought in the new patient.

He was a construction worker - mid-thirties, broad-shouldered, skin darkened from years under the sun, hands thick and calloused. He walked with a slight, careful limp and kept one hand pressed low against the front of his trousers, as if trying to shield something. His name was Ramesh. He spoke in a rough, low voice, eyes fixed on the floor more than on her face.

"Pain," he muttered. "Here... and lower. Since two days. Very bad when I sit or walk."

Ananya nodded, professional mask firmly in place. She asked the usual questions - when it started, any injury on site, fever, discharge. He shook his head to most of them, then after a long pause admitted, almost under his breath, that he had been with a woman two nights ago. "She liked it rough... I didn't think..."