...Preet...

The next day I was working in my cabin when a ward boy rushed in and informed me that Kabir woke up and was on the verge of creating a havoc. Leaving the files I ran towards his room.

I was done with all the sympathy thingy.

"What the fuck Kabir Malhotra, this is a bloody hospital, what is wrong with you?" I shouted on top of my voice.

"Why the hell am I here, I need to get out of here."he shouted back.

"No you can't now shut up and get back to your bed before I hit the shit out of you." I said.

"What the absolute fuck." He called out throwing the vase nearest to him and then sat back on the bed.

I wanted to slap him right that moment but I controlled myself and walked up to the seat next to his bed.

"Kabir what's wrong? I know you are in shock coz of your hand and the sudden injuries but reacting like this is so not Kabir Malhotra."

"I am tired Preet, I don't know what am I going to do now. I don't know how everyone is going to react? I don't know what people will think. I don't know how am I going to survive. It was my right God damn hand." He replied infuriated.

"Kabir it's a temporary phase, it will pass away and why bother about what people will think. You'll be treated, I will treat you and then you'll be fine. I promise."

"You sure it will be fine?" He asked with a little hope in his voice and I nodded.

"Okay so let's check your hand ." I said and connected his hand with the various machines and checked it up for the next hour.

"I'll be back with the reports okay, till then have your lunch and then medicines." I explained the nurse everything and walked out. I already knew the results. I called up Aryan as for now I was totally confused.

"Hey Princess."

"Aryan I am scared."

"What happened, Kabir is fine right? You want me to come there?" He enquired.

"No, his right hand is completely paralyzed, there are no sensations, and moreover there are traces of antidepressants in his blood. There's no hope. He needs help!"

"He needs Love. I am not exactly sure but there is something he has been hiding for years. After he returned from Mumbai he lost his smile and the grace he had."

I talked to him for the next 15 minutes and then walked back to Kabir's room.

The moment he saw me he had hope in his eyes.

I sat next to him and he questioned.

"So?"

"So what, there are sensations in your hand, it will be fine." I lied.
The moment I said this Ashlyn looked up to me horrified and I shook my head indicating her not to tell anything.

I wanted to ask him about the antidepressants but I knew better. I knew he needed time.

The very next moment a nurse entered the room with an injection and Kabir's face paled, I was confused but let it pass.

As the nurse came near Kabir gulped his Saliva.

"I.. I don't need this." He said shifting to the other side of the bed.

"Uhm, Sir it's for your internal injuries."

"No! I am fine." Kabir screeched.

The nurse looked at me for help and I just blinked.

"Kabir it's just an injection, you don't need to be scared."

"I am not scared." He glared looking at me and I motioned the nurse to inject him while I distracted him.

"Yes you are." I retorted.

"No!"

"Omg, Kabir Malhotra is scared of injection."

"No Preet I am not."

"You so are."

"Preet!"

"Kabir!"

"Preet!"

"Kabir!"

"Preet!"

"Kabir!"

"It's done sir." The nurse broke our chain and we realized we were just inches apart from each other. Getting aware of our position I moved back and so did he.

"Ouch, you cheated." Kabir replied rubbing the area where he was injected.

"You are overreacting." I replied placing the treses of hair behind my ear that had escaped my updo.

"Uhm, Kabir!"

"Yeah."

"I haven't informed anyone back in India about your accident. Only Aryan and Abhi know about it. You want I can call them."

"Uhm no, it's not the right time."

With that I walked upto the door, I was about to leave when Kabir called me.

"Preet."

"Hmm" I inquired looking back.

"Thanks."

"Improvement huh." I replied and walked out.