He left for New York

I opened my eyes and saw I'm on my bed,  Dia sat on a chair next to my bed engrossed in her phone. My throat felt dry and parched.

   

I tried to sit and that brought Dia's attention back to me. "How are you feeling now? I will get some food for you."  She said standing up.

   

"I just need some water." I croaked out.

   

She poured a glass of water from the jug into a glass and passed it to me. I gulped it fast and extended the glass for more. After having the second glass my thirst is quenched.

   

I heard some yelling from the living room. I stood up from the bed my body felt so weak and I struggled to stand straight on my feet. Dia immediately held me, giving me support.

   

"Take me downstairs," I commanded her.

   

"You can talk later. You need to first eat something and then rest." She argued back. And honestly e

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