She who suffers..

Chapter-7

VANSH'S POV:-

"Are you done" he asked as I looked myself in the mirror near the door placing my mask on.."Hmm, dig in fast, we have to leave for hospital" I said him..

"Aaaaa! But why..and wait I just arrived and you want me to travel more so cruel of you" he said..

"According to your idea, one of us has to get injured sooo..here we go" I replied while stepping towards him.."Don't you dare Vansh, no!..aah" he stood up and started burbling when I pick the plastic fork from my cup and scratched over his forearm making it a simple fresh fresh wound..

"You are insane..pass me the cotton, there..there in that second drawer" he was standing holding his arm and asked me to help him with the leftover I used..

"No need bro stop this drama, I know you are a great actor happy! Let's go now" I said him with a smirk while he laughed aloud..

I knew that the plastic fork won't make a big difference but still it can make the blood ooze out.."Fine, but which hospital are we going?" he asked while I placed some cotton in his hand and stepped out to his bike..

"Vedanta" I replied while he locked the door with some passward I suppose..he looked at me with surprise and before he could say anymore I turned the ignition on so that he won't annoy me with his questions anymore..

"You know where it is?" he asked and I grinned.."Ha! ha! ha!! I just knew this..nevermind I'm ready to be your guide for next two hours but not more than that" he said while sitting on the bike..

Infront of the hospital

"Hey, why are you taking off your mask?" he asked as we moved towards hospital..

"To make things difficult for you" I replied and we both entered the hospital, "Aaae!" he stopped for a moment while I read the details of staff from the long board placed near the entrance..

"Howz that" Shekhar asked me, showing off his forearm as he made it look more real..

"Perfect" I exclaimed, looking at the four liner scratch which he grewed intentionally with a pen's cap I think and this love red appearance was the work of his own wild grip for sure..

"Shall we?" he asked while I made him look at the board and the receptionist by eye movements..our sign language is enough for understanding our works..

"Of course, driver" I said.."Really, driver this time" he said while we both were tracing the site.."No worries, you'll be driver of the richest man of this city" I smirked..

"Hmm"..we both started our drama..

"OH! OH!! LORD, save me,OH MY LORD, AAH! It's paining, maaaa!" he started with his part and as demanded all eyes were at us..

"Madam, please save my friend, he is bleeding, OH! please" I'm not that bad I believe..

"AAHH! Maa"

The receptionist came out of her desk and the people around were all still with their gazes on us..

"It's fine! It’s fine, please stay patient, your friend will be treated, please maintain silence” she hurried towards us and stood before me..

“Please mam, please treat my friend or else..or else..HE’LL DIE” I said taking her hand in mine with all the overacting I was able to do..

"AAHH!” Shekhar looked at me with surprise, with his big eyed expression..he asked me to be somewhat real..

"Please relax sir, it is not that big problem, he’ll be treated but you please don’t create a fuss, maintain the decorum of hospital or else I have to call security” she took her hand from mine and said speedily, lord I think we are good enough to make a fool out off a quiet and simple girl..