❁ Shakespeare's plays often turn on the idea of fate, as much drama does. What makes them so tragic is the gap between what his characters might like to accomplish and what fate provides them. ❁

“ Am I dead, is this heaven? ” I blab weakly as I come out of my unconsciousness. I never knew heaven smells like medicines and floor cleaner.

“ No you're alive and this is definitely not heaven, you're in hospital. ” Doctor scoffs on my sentence and a sigh escapes my mouth. I open my eyes and straighten my back to sit.

Oh okay so the last thing I remember is, I was dialing Josie's number and then- Holy shit! I fainted.

“ Please tell me a girl named Josie brought me here. ” I belt while jumping onto my feet from the bed and creases start to form on my forehead.

“ No the guy out there brought you here. ” he says without glancing at me just looking into some reports. And my heart skips a beat.

Hans brought me here!?

I don't understand what's the deal with him? He doesn't wanna let me die definitely not going to let me live. Sometimes I wonder is there some motive behind his every move or he's just way too confused?

Wait I think those are my reports.

“ Are those my reports? ” I ask for confirmation to which he gives a slight nod and says,“ Yes they are, it was just a rise in blood pressure, which is stable now. But we did some more tests, and I think you're already aware of your condition. ” He says putting the reports back into the cover like he can read my face.

“ Yes. ” I reply with a frown.

“ Have you consulted to a neurologist? ” he questions and my eyes avert to the floor. Can't he just stop reminding me of how helpless I am?

“ I have, they say it needs to be operated but that'll cost a lot, I can't afford that and moreover there are very less chances. ” I sit back on the patient bed, trying to think about anything but my sucky life.

“ Don't worry, everything will be alright. ” he sympathizes me and I mentally roll my eyes.

Every time someone says ' Everything is alright ' or ' will be alright ' I get goosebumps because I know they are lying and nothing is alright, it will never be.

“ Just take some rest. ” he tells looking at me and then walks over to the door.

“ Did you tell him about my condition? ” I blurt making him stop from taking any step further. He looks at me with an uncertain expression, “ Not yet, I'm just going to. ”

“ Please don't tell him anything. ” I implore as I stand up from the bed to which he winces in a reflex, “ What? Why? He needs to know about your condition. ”

Of course he does, he would get a new reason to toast!

“ I- I mean please just don't, I don't want him to know. ” I stutter with only one thought in my head, I can't let Hans know about my condition, he doesn't deserve to know a thing about me, especially not my weak points. I need to convince this doctor.

“ It's okay he'll be fine. ”, he mumbles assuming I'm worried about Hans. Like he won't be able to handle this so called shocking news.

“ No no you're getting it wrong, okay I guess I have to spill it out to you... ” I take a pause before continuing, “ Actually that is my husband and he's cheating on me, and he's waiting for me to die so that he can finally live with his girlfriend ” I make it up as though I'm a professional liar.

“ Then why are you even living in such a toxic relationship. ” he asks being more concerned.

Oh please, the last thing I want now is such relationship advices from you Doctor!

“ Um I don't know, the thought of leaving him makes me wanna die. I love him so much. ” I drop some fake tears and then wipe them.

'Love' my foot!

“ Deep down I know there must be something redeemable in him, and I'm not gonna give up on him till my last breath. ” I add as I fake sob.

Confession No. 21 - This is a dialogue from an emotional movie I watched recently.

His eyes are getting wet, Wow he's really buying it! I knew I had this acting talent in myself since forever. I'm so impressed with myself.

“ So please do me a favor, don't tell him my exact condition. ” I beg with my puppy face. He gives a sigh, “ Fine. ”

Oh heavens, such a relief.

I walk out of the room, to find Hans Nicholas Anderson waiting for me on the seat beside the wall in the corridor, looking worried.

And suddenly the stone feels emotions.

“ You okay? Doctor told me it was a sudden rise in BP. Since when do you have a BP problem?” he says in a single breath creating an urge in me to roll my eyes.

Don't act like you even care!

“ I'm fine now and I'm sorry you had to bother but you can cut the hospital fees and the amount you spent on the tests from my salary. ” I state weakly.

“ I've completed the formalities, come I'll drop you home. ” he says maintaining his manly voice, while there's a glint of disappointed in his ocean blue eyes.

“ It's okay, I can take a cab. ” I say not trying to be rude but I don't want his sympathy or mercy. A sigh escapes his mouth and he lifts me up in his arms against his chest to which I wrap my arms around his neck in reflex.

“ Wrong answer, the ideal answer is ' Yes Hans darling please drop me to my place. ' ” he holds me close enough that I can smell his strong perfume, which I'm not really a fan of. But it kinda makes him more sexy.

“ Oh heavens, just leave me! ” I move my legs up and down in the air as I glare him while silently yelling in try to maintain the hospital etiquettes. I can feel his heart beating so fast against his chest.

“ Don't act like this is the first time I lifted you in my arms. ” he says without glancing at me, focusing on the track. An unusual silence swings between us as I recall the first time he carried me on his arms.

On our Wedding Day.

I'd be lying if I say I want to leave his embrace. His strong yet soft hands around my body makes me feel so safe and secure, just like it did on that very day. Like no menace can come near me as long as he's holding me this close to his heart.

But the fact is, he himself is a menace.

“ Don't overthink, I was talking about when I brought you in the hospital this afternoon, you were acting dead so I had to lift you. ” he smirks and stuffs me into the car as we reach the exit gate of the hospital where his driver was already waiting for us, outside his Black Mercedes.

“ I wasn't acting dead, I was about to-- ” he places his finger on my lips cutting me off.

“ Shhh... Now listen to me. ” he comes close to me, having my back sticked to the window. His face exactly on the least distance of my distinct vision, all I can see is his charming face. He takes a long breath which is annoyingly audible to my ears and whose warmth makes a chill run through my body.

“ W-what? ” is all I can manage to utter.

He gets more closer making his way towards my ear and I reluctantly close my eyes. He whispers, “ You gained a lot of weight, my arms are still hurting. Now move your arse away from the window, that's my spot. ”

What else could I expect from this jerk?

I settle on the opposite seat while he sits right next to me. The car starts and so does the awkward silence part, where we both want to say a lot but fail to utter a word.

But I think I owe him some gratitude, he's the reason I'm not lying on the ground of a shooting set unconsciously. And I'm still able to curse him.

He actually saved my life.

He opens his mouth before I could,“ I never knew you were allergic to itchy powders too. ” I stay still for a second to decipher his words and the reference they contain.

What the bloody fucking hell!?

“ Seriously you-- you put itchy powder on my dress!” I snap as I realise how innocent I am. And how cruel this jerk is. I had to go to the hospital because of him!

“ Well it took you quite a long to understand it, Noriana 2.0.” he smirks, still having the courage to look me in the eye.

“ Is that sarcasm? Hell you're a dick! ” I exclaim and step out as the driver pulls over next to my apartment building. I walk away from the car not before slamming it's back door shut.

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Ciao, you amazingly gorgeous human ٩( ᐛ )و

❁ So, I've been reading your comments ( I really appreciate that by the way) about Nora and her medical condition.

❁ Trust me, I'm not a fan of ' Making my readers cry by killing the main character. '

❁ And I want to tell you that I'm writing a story, not a tragedy. So that's my promise to you that no matter what, I will not do anything to make you regret reading this book.

❁ Was this chapter too long?

We all are humans. We all procrastinate. We all make mistakes. Don't be too harsh on yourself, just put all your focus in that one thing and do your best in the time you have left. (❁'◡'❁)