🏆 Winner of Golden Bird Awards by @AmbassadorsIN (Wattpad 🇮🇳) 🏆
We can't live away from our loved ones for long, can we? What if we lose the one who becomes the world to us dies in front of our eyes? Can we get over it?
Brinda Leela, a 21 year...
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I know something is off about her by mere looking at her. She was covered in huge blue comforter upto her neck. I move to her bed to look at her properly; she is sleeping with her mouth slightly open. I narrow my eyes to think, why is she still asleep? I cautiously touch her forehead. Shit! She is burning. I look at her keenly and take her hand to check the pulse; she didn't stir a bit when I checked her. She is not breathing normally too, what the hell happened to you, Brinda?
I went running outside to bring my bag and kit which contains all the required items in case of emergency. I always keep this emergency kit in trunk of my car. I lock the front door and hurry to her room. I place the bag carefully on floor while looking at her, she is sweating too. I pull the comforter aside to reduce her suffocated state. F**k! It was a mistake! She is only wearing a tank top which is road up on her stomach and pink shorts which looks cute on her. Not a good time to ogle her man!
I close my eyes and cover her. She is breathing very slowly. I grip her elbow checking for a nerve at crook of her arm, I pat a little to get a nerve to appear. She winced when needle touched her skin but her eyes are still closed. Good.
I think this was because of yesterday's climate. She must have walked in rain, my chest hurts thinking about her, walking alone in rain. Poor B, I will not let you do that from tomorrow. I mutter to myself and turn away from her to look around her room. There is a wardrobe on other side of wall facing the bed, which is half open, a table, an attached bathroom and nothing more. I need some cloths and water, I pat my pocket for handkerchief, I need to wet this so I went to bathroom. She breathed in heavily when I placed the cool wet cloth on her forehead. Poor B, you will be fine. I gaze at her for some time and look around again.
I furrow my brows when I see a blue bow on top of her shelf inside wardrobe. My face broke into grin, it was my gift, and there is a box beside it. Darker is written on the Box. Darker? I wonder what it is, my gaze drops to her clothes, everything is folded neatly even her underwear's. I shake my head and turn to her.
I remove the cloth after sometime and wet it again to pat her cheeks but stop when I realize she is moving her legs to and front. I frown and turn around but she is still asleep and pulling away her comforter from her legs. Is this suffocating her? I try to cover her legs again but she did it again! B, please!
I sigh looking at her thighs. I shake my head to clear the image of her legs round.. god dammit! I should stop thinking about her like that! I sit on bed facing her and continue patting her face and hands with wet cloth. I stare at her sometime, she will be fine soon. I grab my stethoscope and check her stomach, I smile when I hear a steady heartbeat, he is fine. I touch her stomach slowly, I grin even more when I feel him move inside. He is awake and his momma will be awake anytime soon.
What if she wakes up and screams when she looks at me?
I don't want to show my face yet. My lips twitch when I got an idea, I rose up from bed and open my bag. I have what I am looking for and place it beside her pillow.
