MILK & WINE

CHAPTER 19: SORRY

FATIMA'S POV:

He placed the bag on the little table by the couch. The room was private and looked very expensive too but I didn't mind. He is one of the rich people in the country. He won't get any poor by spending a few hundred dollar bills on me. I thought.

He picked up the bigger bag and placed it beside me.

"Mom sent clothes." He said and went back to the table.

As he busied himself I decided to take a look in the bag. My cotton pajamas sat at the top.

I sighed with relief. I looked at the IV level before ripping off the tape from which the cannula was attached from the back of my hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ahmed called from the table.
"I need to change," I replied as he walked over to the bed.
"This stays on." He said as he pressed the tape back down.
"Tch, Ahmed," I clicked my tongue, "how am I supposed to change with this?" I asked him.
"Take it with you. It can move." He said dragged the iron rod from which the drip was hanging.

He got busy untangling some pipes and turned his back on me.

Idiot baboon. I made a face at him.

He carried the clothes and dragged the rod for me till the restroom.

"I am waiting for you right outside." He said and walked out of the restroom.

"I am waiting for you outside." I mocked him before starting to change.

When I came outside, Ahmed was preoccupied with someone on the phone. From the looks of it, it was a business call. With one hand I dragged the IV stand and with the other, I carried my clothes out of which I had changed. 

I made my way to the bed and settled myself. I placed my clothes beside me for the time being. My throat had gone dry in a few minutes. I felt dehydrated. So I reached out for the bottle that sat on the side table. 

But Fatima isn't Fatima without her clumsiness so my hand tipped over the drinking glass from the table's edge which shattered on the ground with a loud crash. 

The impact of the sound made me wince. When I opened my eyes Ahmed was staring at me with a poker face. 

"Mr. Razi, I will get back to you in a few minutes." He said and disconnected the call. 

"I-I only w-wanted water. I am so sorry." I managed to say looking at shattered glass and reprimanding myself for being so clumsy mentally.  "I will clean this up," I added intending to step down from the bed. 

Before I could step down my wrist was grabbed and I was placed back on the bed. Shocked utterly, I could only stare at him with my wide eyes. 

"What are you trying to do?" Ahmed asked me. I blinked at him. 
"Clear the clutter?" I said or may be asked, I don't know. 
"Did you hit your head too hard?" He said as he looked at my head as if he is looking for damage. 
"Huh?" I couldn't help getting confused. 

He just shook his head at me. If it weren't for the fact that he saved me I would have poked my fingers in his eyes. 

"The glass will cut your fingers. You're already injured and your brain isn't working. I think we should have some mercy on your fingers." He said and patted my head as if I was a five-year-old. "I am calling the janitor. Be a good girl meanwhile." He said and walked out. 

I wanted to make a face at him but that would have just proven that I was actually behaving like a five-year-old, so I withheld the temptation and just sat on the bed like a good girl.