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At the hospital
The doctor, Dr. Sharma, emerged from the physician's room with an air of professional concern. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, now held a mixture of empathy and detachment as he approached Ms. Roopa, the hostel warden, who was anxiously waiting for his assessment of Rithanya's condition.
Dr. Sharma cleared his throat before speaking, choosing his words carefully. "Her blood pressure is fluctuating," he began, his voice measured. "I've administered some injections to help her relax. She appears exceedingly weak, as if she hasn't had a proper rest in a long time. Her body is utterly drained, saturated, you might say. We'll keep her on the IV for a few hours, and she should gradually start recovering."
Ms. Roopa nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her. She appreciated the doctor's competence and the reassurance he provided in this trying situation. The sight of Rithanya unconscious had filled her with dread, and now she was relieved to hear that
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