The man had been in pain for six hours before he reached us. He was a shopkeeper in his early sixties from a village in Kulgam district, and the discomfort had begun before evening prayers. He called it gas, and his son accepted the explanation. It was something familiar, something they could hope would pass, unlike the possibility neither of them wanted to consider.

For months he had been stopping halfway up the slope near his home, resting until the heaviness eased and then carrying on. Because he could walk again, he reassured himself that nothing serious was wrong. Perhaps he did not want to worry his family, or perhaps he was afraid himself. With a shop to open and a household to support, there was always a reason to postpone getting checked.

By the time he reached us, his heart had already suffered damage. His son waited outside while we worked, dependent on people he barely knew to help the person he loved. Inside, we were treating a blocked blood vessel; outside, someone was waiting for his father. Keeping both realities in mind is part of being a doctor.

We opened the artery and restored blood flow, but we could not undo everything the delay had taken. The heart needs a steady supply of oxygen, and when blood cannot reach it, heart muscle begins to die, and that damage cannot be reversed. Treatment could improve what happened next, but it could not give this family back the evening.

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