The Inexistent Highway..(Ep-13)

He fell back on the floor, there were numerous questions in his mind, and none of them had answers. He ran towards the door to open it, but the door didn’t open. Someone patted his shoulder from behind. He didn’t have the guts to look back. The patting continued three times, but Garang didn’t look behind. He slowly moved his face towards the room after the patting stopped. There was no one. As soon as he turned towards the door to open it, he saw the death of Dr. Prakash standing at the door. He shouted and started to run, but didn’t move a step. He cried and joined hands ‘Please don’t kill me, please.’ The doctor’s face detached from the body and came near him, ‘I will not kill you I will make your dead alive’ the doctor’s skull disappeared, and his body fell over Garang. Garang ran with all his wits, he thrashed the door open and rushed outside shouting for help. There was no one in the hospital,

Every room he ran was vacant only howls, and mortal bodies followed him. Finally, he came to the receptionist office, where a lady sat writing essentials in the register. ‘May I help you sir’ she asked Garang. ‘Where is doctor Prakash, the therapy specialist. He brought me to the hospital, but he..’ Garang asked her. She looked at him, full of surprise. ‘Sir, Dr. Prakash met with an accident a few days ago, his body has been kept for post mortem in the mortem ward,’ she replied. Garang understood what he saw in the mortem ward was true. He suddenly remembered Mr. Shyamlal, who was also present along the journey. ‘Can I meet Mr. Shyamlal, he is a tuberculosis patient, he is also admitted tonight’ he pleaded. ‘Mr. Shyamlal is a mental patient, and he was admitted three years ago in this hospital’. Garang couldn’t believe what he heard. He knew the same thread tied him that he had used years ago, what was left was sufferings, that he had to go through. ‘Can I know when will my therapy start’ he asked. ‘Therapy, which therapy? it is a mental hospital’ she shouted on him. ‘No, I am not mad, I came here for stress therapy, you can ask my wife…’ he cried.

The lady called the guards, who then threw Garang in the mental ward. The psychiatric ward consisted of many people with a mental health condition who laughed at him. They threw tables at him, pulled his hairs, and slapped him from time to time. He kept quiet like a little child. The situation became even worse when it became dark. The place haunted him. But he didn’t lose hope. He made plans to escape, and one night, he executed it, but it failed. The result was that he was thrashed into the worst ward of patients where he was brutally treated.