Being Solicitous

Sophia's lashes flapped like butterfly's wings and slowly she opened her eyes only to espy Noah before her hazel globes, ensconcing himself in a chair and hitting his long slender fingers over the keys of his laptop continuously with his glasses on and sleeves folded.

She looked at him for some times, thinking how does he manage to look so captivating, so enchanting? As if, came straight out of some painting.

But on the spur of the moment, realization hit her, she saw around herself swiftly. She was in her room or one can say he was in her room, sitting sophistically. And predominantly, IV drip's cannula was attached to her left back of palm.

She sat abruptly and this caused her to feel a stroke of dizziness. She held her head using her hand so as to control it, but was unable to.

Noah noticed her unforeseen action and getting up from his seat he came cheek by jowl with her, holding a glass of water.

"Sophia, have this."

Noah enjoined Sophia extending a glass full of water in the di