BICKERING

I had no idea how long it has been since I was there, a sharp pain shooted through my brain followed by my stomach and spread through my body. I was lying on something soft maybe a bed, my eyes snapped open trying to study my surrounding and fell on the silhouette of two people speaking, "Sir, she'll wake up anytime," My vision was hazy but even in the blur I knew it was him in his signature coat.

I tried to lift my fingers, it felt like I have been drinking for so long, I should have not smoked. Whoever the male doctor who may be checked me was speaking to him, "Everything is fine. There's nothing serious ifs stress and she was on an empty stomach for a long time and too much nicotine affected her badly," I remembered how I was skipping my meals because of all the mishaps in my life. The room seemed like a hotel room with pastel colour walls, a sleek interior and elegant furnishing.

I tried to mouth something but failed and from somewhere he knew that I was up, his eyes met mine. "I'