" Thank you Mr Burak ! " I told and gave warm smile and carried my grocery bag and started to walk towards exit.

"Good night my dear ! " I heard mr Burak saying so I looked towards him and gave nod and walked out.

I fetched my keys from my bag and opened the door. I felt relieved to be back at home and to see my little sister Deena sitting on the sofa a d watching TV. She is 15 and still watching cartoons. Her favourite cartoon is " Omer and hana".

"Asalamu Alaikum dear " I said slowly without scarring her like last time.

" Walaikum Salam " she said and jumped out of the sofa and ran towards me and came forward to hug me. I quickly held her back and told "Not now, I have to take shower. "

"Hmm you are Miss Hygienic " she said and laughed.

I wish I could laugh at this situation like her but unfortunately after seeing emergency cases every day at the hospital I didn't want to go through that. I took deep breath and smiled at her and went to guest room and dropped my card and white coat with my handbag and headed to my living room again and asked her about dinner she said already ate and now gonna sleep. So I bid goodbye to her and went to kitchen and washed my hands and face. I heard door closing. Who could it be ? I wondered because Deena already went upstairs. It could be her room door closing sound and I went to upstairs. Then suddenly I remembered I didn't lock the front door. I quickly came downstairs and I saw light was on in the guest room. " What's going on ?" I wondered and went to towards front door and locked it. Then I saw blood on the floor so I followed that and went to the guest room and saw a man on the floor holding his arm and trying to stop the blood which is already pooling all over my guest room white tiled floor.

"Who are you ? " I almost screamed.

"Please help me " the man almost cried because that could be hurting soo much.

I didn't know what to do, but humanity won the battle and I quickly ran towards my kitchen and got the first aid box and new surgical mask from the cabinet and went towards the guest room.  

"Don't move your hand it will bleed more" I told the stranger and held it.

He looked towards me and I noticed he is wearing mask so I cannot tell who is this stranger covered with blood and lying in my guest room and I am trying to help him. "What if he is a serial killer or some mafia ?" I started to get all kinds of fears.

"It's hurting " the man said and I realised I am holding his hand tightly.

"Sorry !" I quickly said and started to clean the wound.

" How did you got it ? " I asked him because he is almost gonna pass out so to keep him awake until he leaves my home I have to try my best to give small talks.

"It's not important doctor. Please make it faster " he pleaded with guilt.

Something is not right I felt, but I am glad atleast I am still in my hijab and with mask. Once the blood is cleaned from I saw a big cut near his Wrist but luckily no any nerves have got cut but still its deep.

"You have to go to the hospital to put stitches " I told him.

"Please no ! I can't go to the hospital please doctor you do it now " He said quickly.

"I can't take risk and it will hurt a lot without the injection " I said.

"I can bare the pain please do it here " he said and looked at me pleasingly.

I couldn't do anything I am worried and very scary but I tried my best to hide it because anything worse could happen but I didn't want to even think about that now. I took the needle and tried to put the string but it was slipping because my hands are shaking with fears.

"You can do it doctor " He said as if encourage me to do it calmly. It somehow worked so I started to stitch the wound and clean the mess around.
Then when I asked if he can walk he nodded his head and stood up.

I went to kitchen to wash my hands and put back the first aid box. And when I was coming the lights are off. "What's happening "I asked.

Then he came from the darkness towards the hall and said quietly.
"The police is around, don't make sound. "

"What police ? " I almost got heart attack.

I agreed to be quite and not to give him to the police under one condition.
And it worked. So after the police went and the road was clear he left my home and for the first time I realised I am breathing normally after few hours.

I went to my room and took my  clothes and went to my bathroom to take shower to change into clean clothes and to pray. Once I am finished praying I raised my both hands and asked Dua for Mr stranger's fast recovery. I couldn't forget what he told me when I offered him to tell me what happened if he wants to be saved.

I checked my little sister and felt so comfortable seeing her sleeping peacefully. But I knew my sleep is far away tonight lost in mr stranger's story. I felt grateful that I helped him even though I was so scared and confused. Because healing makes us heal. I drift off to dreamland with the thoughts of gratitude for the existence of my life and for being a doctor to
Help others in the best way I could.

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