‘Wake up, son. Don’t you have your college today? You have been sleeping like a log.”
‘Oh mom,’ mused Rohan as he lay on the bed, ‘as if I care for the stupid college attendance. I would rather go to the club today.’ He tried to stir but sleep seemed too tempting.
‘Any chance,’ his mom whispered.
‘Not much’, a man spoke in his stony voice.
A desperate tear tried to find its way out as Rohan listened through his state of coma. ‘It was fatal. He was riding the bike too fast,’ the doctor finished.