Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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Felix, god bless his heart, drives Meera and me back to the city without a single word.
Meera is curled up next to me. She's quiet but she whimpers in her sleep. Her head is on my shoulder and Her hands clutch the fabric of my shirt. My heart breaks for her because I'm so fucking useless that I can't help her when she's in pain. The wound on my head means nothing compared to her.
I kiss her head, wrapped an around her shoulders and pulled her into my lap. She felt so fragile in my arms like she could break into a million pieces if I looked away for a moment. The way she clutched me on the dock was desperate like she needed something to ground her as she fell apart. Meera never lost her cool, she was calm and collected and she always knew what to do at the right time. I admired that about her.....I still do.
But today, I don't think I've ever felt more scared when she fell apart in my arms. We both smelled awful but I don't care. As long as Meera was in my arms, I didn't care about them much.
At the hospital, they put us into separate rooms.
Nik was the one who held me back, his arms hooked underneath my shoulder as he dragged me off to an examination room. He was saying something but I couldn't hear his words.
I still needed to be looked at but watching Meera's receding figure left me uneasy.
Dr Carlton had been the one to look after her. He and some of the nurses took her to a separate room down the hall. Dr Franz had come in fifteen minutes later, her curly red hair a mess. She walked into my room first, checking my vitals and assessing the wound on my head. I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was worried.
Meera had few friends and those she trusted were far away. Haley Franz and Nat were her closest and dearest friends in this city.
"Is she going to be okay?" I asked her, keeping my voice even.
Dr Franz looked up at me. "She's with Dr Carlson. He'll take care of her. I need to bandage your wound. I can't let it get infected." She must've caught the look I shot towards the door because she nodded her head towards Nik. He sighed and kept a hand on my shoulder, even if it felt reassuring it was obvious that he was trying to keep me from running away.
It took about ten minutes for her to fix me up and assure me that I didn't have a concussion. I must've been projecting my anxiety because Dr Franz gave me a reassuring look before leaving my room.
Nik and I had five of our men with us, they were the ones who hadn't been injured or needed to be somewhere. I recognised Anya's men who flanked the entrance of the door.
"Is she going to be okay?" Nik asked. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He kept glancing at the door, expecting someone to walk in. There's a cut on his face covered with gauze. Other than that he looked okay.
