new life

Altan POV,

I had come to the sea of Alayan city to hang out with my friends, seeking a temporary escape from the burdens of everyday life. As we took our surfboards out from the trunk of my car, a surge of excitement coursed through us, urging us towards the inviting blue ocean. The waves beckoned, challenging me to showcase my skills on the board. But as I lay on my surfboard, ready to embark on my journey, my friend Harry's voice pierced through the air, interrupting my focus.

Harry, with a sense of urgency, yelled, "Look, what is over here? A girl's lifeless body is lying at the side of the rocks!" Startled by his words, we quickly turned our attention towards his direction. Indeed, there lay a girl, motionless on the shore before us. Peter, one of my friends, gasped, "But how did she sustain so many injuries to her head? Look at the amount of blood oozing out. We must help her." I agreed, and just as I was about to speak, John interjected, "But if we take her to the hospital, we'll have to report it. And if we report it to the police, they will interrogate us."

Those words, resonating from the lips of my friend, ignited a fiery anger within me. I couldn't fathom how their concern for their own reputations and the fear of interrogation took precedence over a fellow human being's life. I erupted, my voice filled with frustration, "Who gave you the right to call yourselves human? Instead of valuing a life, you worry about your own standing, fearing police scrutiny."

In that moment, my best friend Harry, who had always been a voice of reason, stepped forward. He echoed my sentiments, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Altan is absolutely right. We cannot stand idly by while this girl's life hangs in the balance. Look, her pulse is still faintly beating. If we act swiftly, we might be able to save her. Let us not waste any more time. We must rush her to the hospital."

Without hesitation, I scooped the girl's fragile body into my arms, feeling a surge of responsibility and determination wash over me. We hurriedly made our way towards my car, carefully arranging her in the backseat. I positioned myself beside her, ensuring that she received every ounce of care possible. Harry, taking the wheel, expertly navigated towards Alyantan Hospital, which stood in close proximity. Time was of the essence, and we needed to arrive as swiftly as we could.

Within a mere twenty minutes, we arrived at the hospital, Harry skillfully parking the car in front. Gently lifting the girl out of the car, I cradled her in my arms, my heart heavy with concern. Together, we rushed into the hospital, my voice echoing through the halls as I called out for assistance, "Doctor... Doctor!!"

A nurse and two ward boys immediately rushed to my aid, recognizing the urgency in my plea. Together, we carefully placed the girl onto a stretcher, their hands steady and purposeful. The nurse, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern, questioned, "How did this happen?" I replied, my voice laced with worry and pain, "There is no time to delve into details. Please, start treating her immediately." The ache inside me, an ache that reminded me of someone's absence, intensified.

A doctor appeared at my side, displaying a mixture of compassion and professional responsibility. "You should report this to the police. Once that is done, we can initiate her treatment," he advised. However, the doctor's words, grounded in bureaucratic protocol, clashed with the urgency of the situation. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, clenching my fists tightly. Upon opening my eyes, a searing anger fueled my gaze as I confronted the doctor, "There is no time for such formalities. Do you have any idea who I am? Whom are you refusing?"

The doctor, though initially displaying a hint of disdain, turned his gaze downward, overtaken by a sense of shame and discomfort. He stammered, "Whoever you are, the rules and regulations are meant to be followed by everyone." As he began to walk away, my voice, laced with quiet intensity, stopped him in his tracks.

With a resolute tone, I uttered words that were not meant for public consumption. The doctor's eyes widened, his discomfort magnified by my whispered reminder, a reminder of the power and influence I possessed.

In a moment, he turned back, his face etched with shame, and mustered the courage to speak, "Sir, I had no idea you were from the Walmart family. Had I known earlier, we would have started the girl's treatment without delay." His admission exposed the prejudice that had clouded his judgment mere moments ago, overshadowed by my perceived social standing.

I led the girl into the operation theater, the weight of responsibility pressing heavily upon me. John approached me and informed me that he had reported the case to the police, a necessary step in ensuring justice for the girl. I nodded, acknowledging the importance of his actions. Harry joined us, sharing his assurance that he had taken care of all the expenses related to her treatment. Turning to Peter, I asked, "Have you discovered anything about the girl's family yet?" Peter replied, a tinge of disappointment in his voice, "I have reached out to my contacts, but there is still no news about her identification or her family. We are in the dark at the moment."

A sense of frustration settled within me. It was imperative that we locate her family swiftly, as their absence would undoubtedly compound their worry. Determined, I declared, "We must find out if any police station has received a report about a missing girl. If she has a family, they would have undoubtedly lodged a report. We must scour every police station in the country."

After two hours had passed, a nurse emerged from the operation theater. I approached her, a mixture of anxiety and hope enveloping me. "How is the girl?" I asked, my voice trembling ever so slightly. The nurse hesitated, her words laced with caution, "At this moment, we cannot provide a definitive answer. Her condition remains critical, but the doctors are doing everything in their power to save her." I nodded, grateful for the efforts exerted, while praying for her recovery. The nurse handed me a slip with the names of prescribed medicines, instructing me to purchase them and deliver them to the hospital. Peter assumed the responsibility, swiftly leaving to procure the necessary medications.

An hour later, the doctors emerged from the operation theater. I approached them, my heart pounding with anticipation. "How is the girl?" I asked, hoping for a glimmer of good news. The doctor responded, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and caution, "She is out of immediate danger now, but she has not regained consciousness. We hope that she will awaken soon." Gratitude welled up within me, thanking the doctor for his efforts.

Curiosity overcame the doctor, leading him to inquire, "So, is the girl your relative, Mr. Walmart?" I quickly corrected him, "No, I do not know her. We were merely spending time at the beach when we stumbled upon her. Our only intention was to ensure her well-being." His curiosity satisfied,

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