𝔽𝕀𝕃𝕆𝔽𝕆𝔹𝕀𝕊𝕂

𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥

I slowly opened my eyes to see a pure white ceiling staring at me. I fluttered my eyes as it took me a few minutes to adjust to the bright light that was emitting. My lungs were filled with a familiar scent of antiseptic and my eardrums caught the sound of bustling. I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and neck and my heartbeat pacing than usual. 

It took me another few minutes to realize that I was in a hospital, lying on a bed with a needle painfully connected to the vein in my hand. I licked my cracked lips and gulped down my own saliva to not make my throat more dry than it was. I closed my eyes again before mumbling, "Water."

"Elka."

I turned my head to the side to see the face that soothed my pacing heart. But that was only for a second as the next second hit me with a blow of realization. The realization of who was Danish behind that facade he wore in front of me. A frown automatically crawled up between my eyebrows as Clay's words started running on my mind.

"Elka, you're awake. Thank God!" Danish cried.

"I want water," I said, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah, sure. Wait," he said and took a glass and a bottle of mineral water from the table on a corner of the room. He walked towards me and poured the water as I slowly sat up. 

I drank the water in one go, letting it flow through my partially dried throat. 

"Want more?" Danish asked to which I shook my head and held out the glass. 

After keeping it back on the table, Danish took a seat next to me on my bed.

"What happened to me? Why am I here?" I asked, killing the silence.

"The doctor said that you were under stress and anemic," he said, keeping the loose strands of hair behind my ear. "Also, this blacking out was a reaction to an emotional trigger."

"What emotional trigger?" I asked him, completely baffled. 

His hands lost contact with my skin and his eyes fell down. My mind went back to the moment of his out of the blue confession with lanterns floating around us yesterday night  at the beach. I nodded my head understandingly. 

It was a moment that should've made me feel like the luckiest and blessed girl but in reality, it was the exact contrast. Only if Danish didn't lie to me. Only if he told me who he was.

"Elka," he called me to which I reluctantly looked at him.

"I meant what I said. I mean it when I say I lov-"

"Did Zinnia and Lily know that I'm here?" I cut him off.

"Huh? Yea- yeah. I called them. I said I'll drop you when they were about to drive here," he replied. 

"Ok." I nodded. "Did the doctor say when I'll get discharged?"

"She said you can go when you feel better."

"I feel better now. I want to go home."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I just wanna go home," I said.

"Ok, wait here. I'll call the nurse," he said and walked out of the room while I laid down back on the bed. 

I knew as a matter of fact that if I allowed him to complete that sentence, I would have slapped him then and there. The anger that was filling up inside me was under control but I didn't know how long I would be able to calm my nerves. He lied to me through his teeth, disguised as someone, played a two faced asshole in front of me and then he was confessing. I couldn't take any more of his shit. I just couldn't.