From the Heart of The Knight

7

Mira reached for the glass but groaned in pain. She pulled back. Then her door opened and Adrian came inside. "Here let me help you." He picked up the glass and took it to her. "You are still healing. When you need anything, you call. That was the deal." He told Mira. 

"The deal was to pretend to be your wife for one month and it had been two," Mira complained. "And we have already missed the gathering what now? How we are going to find out... aah" "There you go again, why do you have to move so much?" He asked.

"I want to move; I hate being in the bed. How many days do I have to be here?" She asked in frustration. "As many as it takes for you to heal completely," Adrian told her. "So, tell me what I have to do to get out of my prison sentence? And what about my article what I would do?" She asked him. 

"I will write that for you, you narrate and I will write it. Then I will mail it. Will that save your job?" He asked. "I don't know, I can do this myself. I just need to..." She tried to get up when her whole world seem to revolve around. She held his lapels to get herself to straighten up.

He held her in his arms pulling her into it. That made her gasp. "What happened? you got to know that I was right and you were wrong?" He asked. She tried to pull back. "Stop fighting me. I am trying to protect you. You almost died last time when we fought. Why don't you understand that I am trying to keep you safe?" He asked. 

"Why are you doing this? I can take care of myself." "You almost died trying to take care of yourself." He shouted at her with his hold tightening on her. "I can live with Phoebe or Sheena, they have offered me..." "Go back to sleep, here is your medication. When you feel better we will discuss your articles." He told her and left the room.

He was watching her closely after the accident so far she had revealed nothing significant about the alleged kidnapping. But now he is growing impatient with the passing time. It is like all she wished to do is run away. He wanted to help her with whatever problems she might be facing but then he couldn't until he knew exactly what is plaguing her. But he cannot force her to tell either. Because nothing can be achieved by this.

He wanted to know who was the person who was calling her constantly. As she never picks up that phone when he is around. Her phone rang again and this time he decided to pick it up. "Hello?" He answered the phone.

 "Who is this can I speak with Mira Roy?" He looked at her sleeping figure and then decided in a split second. "She is unwell at the moment and she is sleeping, I am her husband, I can take down the message." He told her. Then picked up the pen and paper.

Mira slowly stood up from her bed and walked towards the bathroom. Adrian was not at home at the moment. She felt disoriented but not as dizzy as a few days ago. She took off the t-shirt she was wearing and begin to access her injuries in the bathroom mirror. Her body was lined with bruises and scars. Some of them are very recent. 

She picked up the washcloth and begin to clean herself up. She didn't wish to stay here next to him. She knows how much he resents seeing her around. Even then he volunteered to take care of her. That was something she wasn't expecting of him. She pushed the washcloth against her neck cleaning it a little bit just then she heard a knock.

"Baby, are you in there? My brother is here to meet you." She realized he is giving her a heads up. "Yes, I am in here. Give me a moment." She washed her face and put on her clothes before coming out. Adrian was waiting for her outside. "Here change into this, you cannot lurk around half naked when we are not alone." She chuckled.

 "You almost sound like a jealous husband." He pulled her closer not trying to hurt her. "I am your jealous husband. Now, can you put this on? I have brought this for you." She looked at the dress he was holding. "Alright, can you wait outside?" He left the room and she put on the dress.