Daddy's little girl...

Without saying a single word, Divya was holding her phone by her ear since last two minutes. Gradually, her eyes filled up with tears and her phone fell down from her hand. Being miserably shocked, she sat down on her bed. She was clueless, helpless and was not sure what should she do subsequently when her dad met an accident and was admitted to a hospital by a spectator. Controlling her flowing emotions, she made herself stand and left the home to reach the hospital.

After reaching there, she heavily pulled herself towards reception and inquired about her father. She was told that she could find him on the fourth floor. Without waiting for a lift to arrive, and almost by running through stairs, she reached the fourth floor. There was a general ward and a list of the people present in there was displayed outside in a showcase. She could successfully find her dad's name there, against bed number 8. She ran inside to see him; however, there was nobody there on Bed-8. Distressed Divya came back towards showcase to double check the Bed number. The details seemed to be correct; however, her dad was not present there. With a damaged heart, she started weeping standing outside the ward. She was not able to find her dad anywhere even though his name was reflecting on the list. She wanted to know where he was and hence she started moving and asking people around. A ward boy standing outside did notice her and asked her who she wanted to meet. She directed him to the sheet displayed and asked him about where she could find her father. He told her in a low voice that her dad had a heavy blood loss and hence had been shifted to ICU on the sixth floor. Without waiting for a single moment she ran towards the sixth floor. There was a single ICU unit on Sixth floor and a doctor was standing outside, keenly observing few reports. She peeped inside from the glass door and she could see her beloved father lying on the bed with an oxygen mask and a saline attached to him. Seeing him in that position, Divya could feel as if she was all helpless and all alone in this world. She moved to the doctor and started an interaction with him by introducing herself. After a quick chat with the doctor, she understood that her dad needed blood with blood group A+. The doctor was trying his best to get it from outside since it was not available in his hospital; however, he wanted her to get that if she could.

Understanding the situation well, she called almost all of her friends and relatives to see if anybody could help. Some of them did assure to check and get back to her. Feeling very helpless and impatient, she left the hospital and decided to visit the nearby blood banks. As she left the hospital, there was a very heavy traffic outside. Driving her moped, she was trying to find out a way from an intense traffic. The vehicles were forming a long queue and were almost immovable. Since it was to take a long time to break the traffic; she parked her moped wherein she could get an empty place and started running through the road. She knew a blood bank which was almost 7 KMs from there. Deciding to reach there as soon as possible, she started running with the peak potential speed. She put all her energy; she knew that she could not live without her father. While she was running she was going through a memory lane and replying all her lovely memories with him. She did stop in between to refuel the energy and then started running faster than before. While she reached there she had almost lost all her energy. She was very much drained and was hardly in a position to speak up a word. Keeping herself hard and controlling her fatigue, she asked there for a 250 ml of A+ blood. The owner was not sure whether he had it and hence asked her to wait while he was searching. He accidentally got one bag. Asking her 1200 rupees for the same, he put the bag on the counter. She was glad to see the bag, putting two notes of 500 and 1000 rupees each on the counter she quickly disappeared from there. By the time she came out of the Blood Bank, there was no hint of a heavy traffic outside. She instantly boarded an auto and reached the hospital. Again without waiting for a lift, the girl took stairs to reach the sixth floor.  The doctor was standing outside of the ICU, again reviewing few of her dad's report. Looking at the blood and at Divya, doctor astonishingly smiled. He took a bag from her hand and went inside without saying a word.

Divya took a seat at a chair which was just kept along with a table, outside an ICU, closer to a window. Doctor had already told her that her dad's reports were critical and though doctors were trying their best, it was quite difficult for him to survive. It was complicated for her to digest this thing that her dad who taught her how to fight until the last minute of life, was then himself fighting for his life. He taught her to not to give up ever and it was then his examination. His daughter was then going to see if her father would fight and overcome the situation. All her strengths, her bravery were his gift to her. Her smart act, sharpness, and the presence of mind were all her dad's tuition to her. She started remembering all the situations wherein her father scolded her, hugged her, joked with her and taught her many other things. She started recalling all the moments which she enjoyed with him. It was him who had made her very ambitious and hence determined. He was responsible for her firmness and decisiveness. Her dad made her feel so special. Following her dad's pampering, she never gave an importance and a place in her life to any guy. She was exceptionally sure that her dad would find her the best match in the world. The pain she was feeling after recalling all the memories was wordless. It was as if she was feeling somebody had taken her heart out of her body. She was crying so much but no voice was coming out. Her sound was blocked at her throat. Her eyes were so tightly closed that as if those were pulled by somebody from inside. She was energy less and was feeling of dying before hearing anything bad about her beloved father who was her life. 

After a long time, a doctor came out and was about to share something with her. She got up and went close to him. Doctor removed his hand-gloves, his cap, and his glasses. He stood quite for a minute and then whispered something. Divya was very tired since she cried a lot and hence none of his words were audible to her. She had no energy to ask him back anything. Doctor had almost understood her situation, making her seat on a chair he started saying something again. This time it was clearly audible to her. She did hear doctor's comment, however, had no resilience to react upon. Tears started flowing from her eyes. She was not sure what that feeling was which she had just been through after hearing doctor's remark. Giving out a sigh of relief, she lied down on the table. Her dad was out of danger, he had won the fight against death, and he stood by whatever he taught to his daughter. He didn't give up till the end. She was then relaxed, her blocked voice came back, she could then completely open her eyes, there were still tears in her eyes – well those were tears of happiness. The credit for taking her dad out of death's jaws was definitely standing with her. She had done it for herself, for her life, for her happiness, for her father. She went close to ICU, peeping inside from glass, she silently started observing him. His face seemed to be slightly joyful as if he knew that his sweetheart ran for his life. Seeing that, daddy's girl, daddy's little girl was pleased, was very much pleased.