A Taste Of Her Medicine

I couldn't stop cracking up inwardly. Stupid. I have always known she couldn't control her emotions.

She always allows her sentiments to get the best part of her and I would be inclined to use that against her now. She needed to have a taste of her medicine.

"What! What have you done, Clara?" The photographer asked, talking to her without honorifics.

Clara was dumbfounded.

"I... I... Didn't push her. I just..," Her lips and voice quivered.

"Shut up. We all saw you push her. And it was all because she showed her concern to you," The manager also shouted.

Tears rolled out of her eyes. She hated being shouted at. It makes her feel insecure.

"Just start praying nothing happens to her," The photographer who had despised the way she performed today let out in a threatening tone.

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I was carried to the car and was driven to the hospital.

I was taken to a ward and an I.V drip was administered to me immediately. I was enjoying it all.

Without knowing, the drip made me sleep off.