This happened when I
was into my second year of Medical School. Usually we had to stay back in the
hospitals either to assist the seniors or work over our cases. Let me confess
that I, being the first doctor in our family, was never used to seeing so much
of blood, pain & death lying around - not to mention the nauseous smell
of the medicines & chemicals. Most of my first year went into crying
for home, puking during practical and crying more...
It was in the month
of August that I and my classmate Sheena stayed back in the morgue to complete
our case studies. Just the same morning, a critical case had arrived in the
hospital wherein a woman of 29 was badly hit by a speeding car. The woman
breathed her last about an hour after being admitted to the ICU. Her family,
including her parents, her two daughters and her relatives were mourning
endlessly. Apparently, the woman was a widow - her daughters were crying
dreadfully, kneeling before their mother's dead body. Me and Sheena were
horrified watching the total chaos.
It was around 9 pm
and we were working over an teenage accident case. Suddenly, we realized that
the dead widow was lying just two bodies away. We were overcome with whist of
fear and depression, especially because we had seen that very woman pass away
this morning. We started talking about what would happen to her little
daughters and her parents.
All of a sudden,
Sheena shrieked and pointed out horrifyingly at the woman. I turned around and
saw that black tears were trickling down the dead woman's eyes. I was shocked
for a moment but then I thought this might be some kind of biological reaction
(something like rigor mortis. I told Sheena to calm down - I told her this
might be some kind of after-death reaction and we should note it down so that
we can ask our professors about it. This calmed Sheena for a while.
However, after 5
mins, we could hear distinct noises - more of moans coming out of the woman's
body. Tears continued to trickle down. It was as if the woman was either alive
somewhere and moaning or she dead and repenting it. Either ways, I and Sheena
were scared and ran out to call for help. Our seniors came inside and checked
the body. Surprisingly, there were no moans - the body was lying as cold as
ever.
Today, even after 5
years, we still have this memory fresh in our mind.
