What do you think when you see the night sky? Some say it's beautiful while some say it's alone. The feeling when one gets of loneliness when they look at the beautiful night sky, it's not because they feel lonely, it's because they want to be alone, in their own thoughts sometime.

You might find the night sky lonely, but look around, you can see the stars and the moon making it shine. So, when you feel lonely and helpless, look around, you might have someone making you shine.

Aayan could hear choking noises in his sleep, so he got up in alert and looked around. He saw the couch empty and the closet door open. He rushed in to hear the noise coming from the restroom, the door was slightly ajar. He opened it to see Ruhee, puking her guts out into the toilet seat.

He rushed to her and rubbed her back, to ease her. She pushed his hand away, and kept on emptying her stomach. He tried to rub her back again, but she pushed his hand away.

Does she not want me to help her?

Aayan felt sad at that thought. "I don't like..... When someone..... Rubs my.... Back." Ruhee said, between breaths and puked more. Aayan understood that, but he had no idea how to help her. "Pickle!" Aayan heard Ruhee rush that word out for her mouth. He ran down to the kitchen, picked up the jar of pickle from the shelf, and ran back to Ruhee.

She was now sitting, leaning her back onto the shelf below the wash basin, a little away from the toilet seat. He knelt down next to her, and opened the jar of pickle and gave her a spoon full. She picked a little on her finger and kept it in her mouth. She did that for like three times, and then rushed back to the toilet seat, to puke.

Aayan looked at her worried. He had no idea what to do. He wanted to do something to help her, but didn't no what to. He has never ailed to a sick person before. It was a first.

Should I wake Ammi?

Ruhee flushed, and came back to her previous position, next to a worried Aayan. She was sweating and breathing heavily. She stood up, by supporting herself on the wash basin. Aayan quickly got up to hold her arm, and she let him. She opened the tap and washed her mouth. She removed her yellow beanie, but Aayan was too busy looking at her face, worried, to notice her hair.

She looked up to her left, to Aayan, with a tired look. Aayan just gave her a small smile, and helped her into the room. She was going towards the couch, but Aayan pulled her towards the bed, making her lay down. She just smiled up to him exhausted, and closed her eyes. Aayan covered her with a blanket. He looked at the clock, to see its 2:39am.

He went to sit on the couch and stared at Ruhee's exhausted sleeping figure. He stared at her for awhile, before leaning back on the couch, closing his eyes.

He woke up again to the same choking noise. He looked towards the bed to see it empty. He ran into the closet, towards the rest room, to see Ruhee puking, again. He was now getting really worried. She is puking non stop. She flushes and leans back on the shelf. Aayan kneels next to her with the jar of pickle. Like before, she takes in little by little with her finger. After a moment, she rushes back to puke into the toilet seat.

God, what do I do?

Aayan was getting desperate to help her. She was puking everything out, she might get seriously ill if this continues. He helps her back into the room, laying her down on the bed and covering her. He kneels next to her and checks her temperature by touching her forehead. She was cold. He pushes few strands of her hair away from her face.

She looks so pale.

Aayan wakes up with a startle, to see Ruhee getting of the bed into the closet. He had fallen asleep kneeling next to her. He goes in to find Ruhee puking again. He frowns.

She must have already emptied her stomach, what is she puking then?

Aayan moves towards a puking Ruhee. He looks into the toilet seat, to find her puking bile. His eyes widen. She was seriously ill is what Aayan concluded. After sometime, he helped her back into bed. He covered her and picked up his mobile, "I'm gonna call a doctor." he wa about to move away, when a hand caught his wrist. He looked down to find Ruhee holding it.

"No. It's okay, I can handle this." She said in a weak voice. Aayan looked at her, "No Ruhee, you are seriously ill, and I am not taking any chances. I am calling the doctor and that's final." he said, in an authoritative voice. She looked at him and signed, before saying, "Aayan, this is not the first time, okay. It has happened before and I can handle it. If you call the doctor, he is gonna get me hospitalised immediately, into the ICU. So, I can handle this." she looked at him with half closed eyes.

This has happened to her before aswell? ICU!?

He knelt down and looked at her," If you say it is as serious as getting you in an ICU, then of course I should call the doctor. " he says, in a soft voice. Ruhee turns, to face Aayan completely, and smiles, "If you really wanna help me, make me a bottle of buttermilk." she says. Aayan looks taken aback. "You do know how to make buttermilk, right?" she asks. Aayan looks at her, "Of course I know. I'll be right back." saying this, he gets up and out the door.

He goes down to the kitchen and looks around. Aayan has no idea how to make buttermilk. He opens the fridge, to take out butter and milk. He was just gonna blend them together. He takes the blending jar, and pours in the milk, he was about to add in the butter, "What are you doing?" he turns around to find Sahma looking at him. "Making buttermilk." he says, confidently. "With butter?" Sahma asks, staring wide eyed at him. "Um, yeah." Sahma just shakes her head and moves towards him.

She snatches the butter off his hands and places it down. She looks into the jar to find milk. She smacks him on his head. "Ow!" he rubs his head. She empyties the milk back in it's jar,and looks at him, "If you don't know, just say so. And why do you want buttermilk at 5:00am in the morning?" she enquires. Aayan scratches the back of his head and says, "For Ruhee." "Huh?" is all Sahma says.

Aayan explains everything to Sahma and as he says, her face contorts into worry, "Oh my poor child." saying this Sahma quickly grabs curd from the fridge, puts it in the jar, adds in water and salt, to blend. She pours it into a bottle, and rushes up the stairs to his room.

You make buttermilk with curd? Then it's curdmilk, not buttermilk. And there is no milk in it!

He goes back to the room, to see Ruhee sitting up, drinking the buttermilk, and Sahma sitting next to her on the bed. Aayan goes to stand next to Sahma. She looks up at him and says, "Aayan, why didn't you tell me sooner. Call the doctor right now. She looks so pale." she says the last part looking at Ruhee. Ruhee holds Sahma's hand and says, "Ammi, I am okay. No need of a Doctor. I just need to consume alot of liquid and I'll be back to normal. Don't worry."

Sahma huffs and says, "Fine. Aayan, make sure she has a bottle of water next to her at all time." "Actually, every liquid except water." Ruhee adds. Aayan and Sahma look at her confused. "I need to drink liquids like buttermilk, or fresh juices only, that will not increase my glucose levels. No water, as it will make me vomit more." as soon as Ruhee completes that sentence, she rushes out the bed, into the closet, to the restroom. Aayan and Sahma follow, to see her puking.

Sahma goes to rub Ruhee's back, but she pushes it away, "She doesn't like when someone rubs her back." Aayan says, typing on his mobile. Sahma just nods her head. Ruhee flushes the toilet and leans on the shelf below the wash basin. Aayan keeps his mobile in his sweat pockets, and kneels next to her, giving her pickle. She licks it off with her finger.

Aayan then helps her back into bed and covers her. Ruhee smiles at Aayan, he smiles back and sits next to her, placing his hand on her forehead, tapping it in a soothing manner, "Go to sleep." he says softly, and continues his hand motions. Sahma just smiles, at how Aayan was taking care of Ruhee.

"I am not going to work today. I have already texted Mason to cancel my schedule for three days......" He looks at Sahma, ".... I'll stay with her till then. You can go to bed Ammi. And I have also informed Carlos to send an Indian cook for this week." Sahma just smiles at her son and goes out the door.

Ruhee was sound asleep. He just stares at her. Suddenly, a mobile rings, he looks to see it coming from below the couch. He gets up slowly, making sure not to wake her up, and picks it. It was Ruhee's mobile and her friend Afza was calling. He contemplates whether to pick it up or not. The call ends. He was about to go back to Ruhee, when it rings again. It was Afza, he picks up and places it near his ear, "I know you are asleep, but just called you to tell you to bring your lab coat, or you are standing out the class. Hello?"

Aayan clears his throat before saying, "Uh, Hello, this is Aayan." "Where is Ruhee?" she asks, Aayan looks at Ruhee and says, "Actually, Ruhee is not feeling well, I think she has food poisoning." "What!? Again!?" Aayan doesn't reply and just stares at his sleeping wife. "She must have puked alot." she said, he still didn't reply, "How is she now?" "She is sleeping, but looks pale." he replies, in a small voice. He hears a sign from the other side of the call.

Just how many times has she fallen ill like this?

"Just how many times has she fallen ill like this?" he asks, "Three time till now I guess. First two times she was taken directly to the ICU, the third time, she couldn't afford to go to the hospital, as she had a flight in three days, so the doctor told her to consume alot of fluids to clean her infection, but no water." she explains."Oh."

"Please take care of her. She becomes a baby when she is sick. Always whining and demanding. Please tolerate it for awhile, she will be back to normal soon." Afza requests, "Don't worry, she is my responsibility." Aayan says. Afza thanks him and cuts the call. He looks at Ruhee, sleeping soundly.

My wife is my responsibility.