Pocket Full of Lies

18- Please Stay

We didn't talk about that matter again.

I didn't probe him anymore. He was clearly uncomfortable upon being found out like this.

Usually, I would have used this situation to get one up on him. But seeing that he was so considerate about my issue with silent treatment, I thought I would just return the favour this once. I could do at least this much. For once.

"I don't think you need to do this," he said as he came out after changing his clothes.

I looked at what he was referring to and saw that I was folding the blanket and tidying up the bed, yet again.

"Ah yes! Sorry," I scratched my head sheepishly.

I really need to get rid of this habit.

"Are you ready to move out?" I asked, trying to change the topic before he could think more of my actions.

"Yeah."

Rehaan lost his confidence slowly, one level after the other. As soon as we got out of the room, he went totally silent. All the remarks, questions, everything came to an end. His shoulders dropped as we left the familiar corridor. His walk slowed down as soon as we got out of the lift and came to the ground floor. He was quietly following me as a lost puppy until we reached the entrance/exit door, but he completely froze as soon as we stepped a foot out of the hospital.

Although I noticed all these, I kept silent. I looked here and there towards the parking lot, making it seem I wasn't aware of his mental crisis, while I patiently waited for him to gather courage.

Something suddenly touched my last finger, startling the hell out of me. Wide-eyed, I turned to see Rehaan hastily removing his hand away from me.

"So...rry," he stuttered, looking shocked by his own actions.

Smiling at him softly, I blinked my eyes in reassurance, before holding out my hand for him to take.

He looked at my hand and then at my face, twice. Hesitating and contemplating it, before he made the decision. He slowly brought his hand to hold mine slightly. Chuckling, I moved my hand a bit to hold his properly and tightly.

"It's okay," I said in a quiet voice, before gesturing to him to walk ahead.

He heaved out a huge sigh, before nodding.

"Aren't we going to the parking lot?" He asked, when he noticed that I was going directly towards the main road.

"Why will we go there?" I scratched the back of my head. "We don't have a car parked."

"But I do have a car."

"You also have a wound on your head." I reminded him.

He narrowed his eyes at me, his expression screaming, 'Seriously?!'

"I don't know how to drive and your driver has already resigned," I informed him, before he could ask.

"You must be joking," he said, not really believing me.

"I am not."

"In this day and age, you don't know how to drive, wow!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Not everyone has the time and money to learn, you fool." I scowled, irritated at his reaction.

But at least his fear has left while he is focused on making fun of me.

"You weren't joking. You seriously don't know how to drive." He confirmed it once again, making me roll my eyes at him. "Wait! Did you make me drive you around everywhere in the past?"