A Step To You

Thirty Two

Yukti's Pov

About fifteen minutes ago, I was telling Simran, Santosh, and Mira about what if I accidentally slap the 'ghost' who will frighten me. They just laughed at me, and Santosh said that should relax because those are just students who wear stupid costumes to scare us.

Now, here we are---whispering with each other--- huddled close in front of the INFIRMARY.

The clinic door opened and Gulki went out. We hurriedly went to her.

"How's Prid ?" I asked.

"The doctor is putting compression wrap in his right elbow." Gulki looked at me. "How about you, are you okay?"

I nodded, then looked at Santosh. She seemed close to tears.

"It's okay, Santu," Mira muttered to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. "It's not entirely your fault."

I silently agree with Mira. It was not entirely her fault, because Priyanshu, on the other side of the story, had a fault too.

What happened? Well, we were not far from the entrance of the horror house when Prid had sneaked behind me and Santosh. And then you can guess what happened next. We did not really expect that "something" would appear yet since we're still near the entrance---which made us really shocked when a hand grabbed our shoulders. And Santu's left fist came flying, and bam. Prid fell down and hurt his elbow.

"How long would his injury last?" Simran asked Gulki. "Maybe two to three weeks." The door opened and Prid went out, looking so down. Santu, Jennie, and Mira went to him but Gulki held me off by the left wrist.

I looked down at her hand and she immediately removed it, "Uhm... What ?"

"Are you sure you're okay, you're not hurt ?" She asked.

"Yeah." I stumbled down too but I wasn't hurt. Gulki was there and she saw me, maybe that's why she's asking.

She nodded, then looked at Prid. We approached him.

"---I got worse injuries than this in the past and I still managed to dance," Prid was saying to Santosh.

Oh, no. Prid will perform with an injured elbow...

Santosh sighed, "I'm really sorry---"

"I told you, it's okay. But if Santu ji, you really are sorry, you can have dinner with me later."

"Ohhh," we exclaimed and Santu just rolled her eyes.

Prid laughed, "I was joking. Hey Gulks, let's go?"

Gulki nodded, and they walked. We followed them.

"I can't imagine how he'd dance in that state," Simran said. "I remembered when was in Paris, I sprained my ankle once, and had a shoot. I only have to stand and pose and walk a bit but the pain is almost unbearable."

Santu sighed, "And it's his right arm. We have this routine that he will use his right arm forcefully."

"Don't worry, Prid would handle it fine," I assured her.

But Santu, knowing that it is her who caused Prid's misfortune, can't be at ease. She walked to Priyanshu again. We followed her.

"Hey," Gulki looked back at me, then she slowed down one pace to catch up with my stride.

"I'm really okay," I said immediately.

"I'll say you have to go home early," she said. "Ammi told me---"

"Gulks!"

We all looked at Misri Pandey who came running towards us. When she caught with us, she walked beside Gulki with right hand on her left arm.