She Is Dead

I accidentally opened one on my father's folder in his pen drive today. What I got, was this. I seriously can't understand how can people be so casual at issues of such grave concern, devastating families.

 " She Is Dead….90-100 kmph I drove my Santro car to reach to the Govt. hospital, Gunderdehi. Normally I prefer driving at 70 kmph. My driving is safe until the driving of other vehicles on the road is safe. Anyhow, we reached to the hospital. I and the boy dashed into the reception area asking the staff for immediate help. I asked them, “She is not yet dead… she is alive…. bring the stretcher.”  They brought it. In the meantime a lady doctor appeared who was pregnant herself. She asked us let the patient be in the car itself. I got alarmed. I requested her to take the patient in the hospital for further check up. She did not listen to me and with her stethoscope checked the pulse. Then she asked the staff to show her the injured part of the old woman’s head.
By now all my patience was exhausted for two reasons. First, the bleeding must have been stopped at once and secondly, I had to rush for Balod for my fixed appointments. I became louder and said, “You people cannot save her in this way.” The lady doctor got angry and forgetting the patient indulged in arguing with me calling me ‘baddatmeez admi’. I said who is who will be decided later first make arrangements to stop the bleeding. She kept arguing with me and I kept saying, “Mind your duty, stop the bleeding.” About a dozen of people were there. Another male doctor appeared. She told him about my rude behavior as perhaps she felt and asked him to note down my car’s number. While he was doing so I asked him also to note down my name and contact no. if required but stop the bleeding of the old woman without wasting any time. “Well”, he said, “It is formality”.
I read in the newspapers so I was aware of the fact that the Supreme Court has passed an order that ‘the patient must be taken care of immediately without legal inquiry when he/ or she reaches to the hospital whether it is Govt. or private hospital. Any ways, the bleeding old women was brought to the stretcher from my car. I saw the rear seat soaked blood and the whole car needed washing. Then, I saw them taking the patient on stretcher inside the hospital for treatment. Now my car was on reverse gear. I came out of the hospital compound and headed to Balod to finish my pending assignments.
At night when I came to my bed, a question mark stuck to my mind-‘Is she alive?’ Next morning I made a call from my mobile to the no. the boy had dialed. My call was responded. I asked,” What happened to the old woman who met with an accident yesterday? Is she alright?” “She died on the way.” The male voice, perhaps the diseased old woman’s husband, informed me. “Who are you?” he wanted know. I said, “My vehicle brought them to the hospital.” He thanked me.    
The doctors could have saved the old woman but we failed to help them understand the importance of time and life. "