Eventually Forever

Trio Going Back Home

Note:

              This chapter is the continuation of chapter 1: MEET HIM. So, first read that chapter to fully understand the happenings in this chapter.

Aaah! What the heck? I can't open my eyes. It's too bright here.  Who the hell turned so many lights on? I feel like my eyes are gonna bleed 'cause of such intensity of light. Finally opening my eyes, Okay, where the hell am I? I never knew that the ceiling of my room is painted white. As far as I remember, they were dark blue or black. Did we repainted? 

"Jeeva, you're awake?" I heard Navee.

"Jeeva, can you hear me?" I heard Ved.

"Guys, I'm fine." I said trying to get up from the bed. But I felt strong pain in my ribs on right side and in chest too on the same side. Because of that I am unable to sit up. Ved and Navee came to my help; to help me sit up. 

"Where are we guys?" I asked them.

"Hospital." Both of them said in unison.

"But why?"

"'Cause you are shot and we are injured too, you idiot?" Ved said.

That's when I noticed bandages across my chest, ribs and one on my temple. Both of them also have injuries. Ved has a bandage on his temple and a cast on his left wrist. Navee has bandages on his left leg and right elbow.

"My case, I know that girl shot me. But what happened to you two?" I asked them.

"She shot me just below my elbow and then below me knee but the bullet just touched." Navee said.

"She hit me with the gun on my temple and that bloody girl stepped on my wrist with that wide heeled shoes. Seriously it hurt like fwuck." Ved said.

"But thank god, Ved pulled her leg 'cause of which she fell on her face and before she could get up and attack the rest of the team came and arrested her." Navee filled in.

"Rest of the procedures?" I asked.

"It will be taken care by the new DCP." Ved said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean by new DCP? Then who the hell am I?" I asked anger bubbling inside me.

"You are the DCP, but now you are on medical leave." Navee said.

"And who the heck gave my medical leave application?" I asked being irked.

"Me" a voice came from the door of the room and our head snapped to that direction. Standing there was Mr. Bharath Chandra IPS, my inspiration and uncle. He was looking what, angry, sad or I don't know.