The accident – Part 1

Dear readers, here comes my new story. I know most of the people here may be expecting and looking for full fledged erotica here. Though I don’t want to disappoint you with this story, I want to make one thing clear. My story is a slow paced one which may not contain sexual encounters as often and quick as you may find in other stories here. Basically it’s a romantic story. I hope it will turn out to be an enjoyable one. One thing I can promise is, this story will end in four or five long updates, one update per day.Please enjoy, and do encourage/criticise me with your valuable comments.Thank you.Krish. 
The accident – Erotic Sex Story
It had been raining very heavily on the previous night. The road was slippery as well as congested with traffic. It seemed like everyone except me out there was late for their work or whatever.
The driver of the taxi I hired was a careful man and he refused to drive fast. Then we witnessed a tragic accident. It all happened very quickly, as most accidents do. A car had made a left turn without signaling and as a result a bus crashed into it. A few cars behind the bus rammed into the bus as they could not brake in time and soon it became a pile up, halting the whole traffic. As it turned out, the driver of the bus fled from the scene and it even looked like he might have fled even before the accident. He vanished so quickly. Mine wasn’t the nearest vehicle stopped, but I was the first one to reach the spot. The impact of the accident had left the driver lifeless on the steering wheel. His passenger, a lady in her forties, was seriously hurt and bleeding profusely from the head and hands. She was conscious although too weak to realize what had happened. Door was jammed and I couldn’t pull it open. As I was trying to open it with all my strength, she looked at me with her weak eyes and extended her hand to me, before falling unconscious. She was dying in front of my eyes. I felt I shouldn’t wait for any assistance. I kicked the door a few times and fortunately it worked. I pulled her out of the car and my driver helped me to lay her on the backseat of his car. A few men had by then intervened and were trying to pull out the driver. It was very tough and they suggested me to take the lady to the hospital at the earliest. I got in, and the driver rushed us to a hospital.
We reached the hospital just in time I guess, the lady was saved. But she was critically injured. Two policemen came to take statements from eye-witnesses and my driver had vanished by then. He might not wanted to involve in this at all. The driver of the collided car was brought to the same hospital, and declared dead on arrival. I later gave an account to the police on what had happened. They told me to stay in touch. I had enough time and I didn’t have any problem to obey.
I was in Gujarat for a few days. It was my first visit to Vadodara.
I walked through the corridors of the hospital, watching the Gujarati lives. Everyone was struggling, in the hospital. Everyone’s in pain. I had my own pains, but at those moments, I felt at ease, because none of them was my closest. Wearing a small backpack bag, I walked around like a tourist.
One of the strugglers I witnessed there was Deepika. She was wearing a blue saree and looked a twenty five year old. She was crying silently, sitting out side the operation theatre. What turned my attention to her was her child, a one year old boy child, crying incessantly due to lack of attention from his mother on whose lap he was lying. At first I was irritated at the child’s cry and angry at mother’s insensitivity. But as soon as I saw the mother’s face, and the tears she’s been shedding silently, I felt sorry. It was easy to guess that she was alone there, and the person inside the operation theatre was the closest to her.
I tried to ignore her at first. Then I walked to her
.“If you don’t mind, let me handle the child…”
I extended my hand to her. She looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time. I had been around that place for quite a few hours by then and I was unconsciously hoping she would have seen me, but the look on her face suggested otherwise. She hesitated to trust me. However, after holding back for a moment, she gave in.I received the child in my both hands. After a few moments of walking and singing, I calmed down the boy. But it seemed his mother was watching me, as she was also calmed down by seeing my efforts.
The boy had slept by the time I walked back to her. It turned out his mother had also fallen asleep. She was sitting in the steel chair by resting her head onto the wall behind her.
She looked very tired and I thought I shouldn’t wake her up. I stood there holding the child close to my chest.
I didn’t know her name. I actually didn’t care. It wasn’t a place to care for such things. But I eventually found out her name when a nurse came and called her.
“Deepika..”
But nurse’s voice didn’t wake her up. She had to raise her voice.
“Deepika!”
Many people were looking at her. But none of them dared to wake her up. Maybe they all were lost in their own tough world.
I took a step forward and the nurse quickly noticed me.“Are you with Karthik?”
I nodded, hoping Karthik to be Deepika’s husband.The nurse gave me a prescription.
“You need to bring this. Ask for the special edition. It’s written.”I nodded, and took the paper, though I didn’t understand a thing.The nurse disappeared in a second, closing the door.
I looked at the paper in my hand. I could see the writing and it looked an alien language to me. Nothing new, for a medical prescription.
Only the doctor and a pharmacist can read those writings.
Will the God be able to read it? I wondered. I’m merely a mortal, so don’t even try.
I looked at Deepika’s face. And looked like she was passed out.