She Belongs To Him !!

"I'll make him beg for his death!!!"

"Hello sir. How may I help you.?"

"A few minutes ago a patient named Steven Clarke has been admitted here, can you please tell his room no..?"

"Sure sir. Let me check. It's, 201."

"201...ok ...ok" he said catching his breath before running in the corridors being unaware of all the eyes watching him in the messed condition.

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                        Theodore's pov. :

I entered the room while my negative thoughts were constantly getting the best of me. I took a deep breath and opened the door with closed eyes. I could hear the beep sounds of the devices. I prayed in an inaudible voice before opening my eyes. Steven....he was lying on the bed covered with bandages over his head and half of his body under blanket. A tear drop left my eye when a sudden wave of rage crossed my body. He was my only family and I'm ready to kill for him.

"Whosoever did it, would suffer...much more than he would've ever imagined. His life would be worse than that of a prisoner. I promise Steve, I'll make him beg, beg for his death!!!"

I walked near him and sat on my knees beside his bed. I took his hand and held it so tightly. I'm guilty. For his this condition. If only I would've tried, you wouldn't be in this condition today. I'm sorry Steve, your brother couldn't protect you. I felt my body loose its strength at his sight but, not yet. I can't let my emotions overpower me yet. Some works are still incomplete. I looked at him a last time before I strolled out of the room.

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                           A month after~

"Enough theo, my stomach would burst now.. there's no use in having it more. It's not like Its a magic solution that would heal me in five seconds."

"You're not my girlfriend to throw tantrums on me. Just a few spoons are left, finish it or else I'll stuff it in."

"Can you be a little polite?? I'm just recovered a bit, who knows if I would get into coma again if you keep talking like that."

"I am being polite. Did I stab you?? No right?"

"Bitch that's not polite."

I raised my eyebrow giving him a last warning sign. He frowned and finished the soup in the next few seconds.

"Take it." He said extending the empty bowl towards me.

"Am I a waiter??"

"No, but you are a caretaker for now."

"What the hell??"

"You're not supposed to hit me atleast till I recover completely and I hope you know that right??"

"You're taking advantage." I replied while putting the bowl on the side table.

"Nopes, it's just the fruits of your deed."

"I'm waiting eagerly for you to recover, so that I could give you a reason for bed rest once again."

"Not yet, umm well theo, you know I had a dream."

"About what?? Don't tell me you were dreaming of girls in coma as well.."

"Ofcourse I was, you know I got married and have five kids as well..."

"Five?? That early?? Rip sister in law."

"Shut up!!"

"You should first.."

"Fine."

"When I'm getting discharged though.??"

"Maybe after a week or two??"

"Still a week??" he said being dramatically unconscious.

"What's wrong?? there are doctors to look after you."

"That's the main problem."

"What?? Doctors.??"

"Yessssssss, there are male doctors only not even a single female doctor...no beauties just beasts...."

"Guess, that's a really serious problem but, you'll have to cope with it for a week more. Better luck next time Mr. Clarke."

"Don't call me with that name."

"Why?? It's your name, you shouldn't be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrased."

"You sure??"

"Ofcourse I am."

"Completely sure Mr. Clarke.??"

"You..."

"Hello, boys....sorry if I interrupted your conversation."

"Uncle Travis?? You here?? You were assisting me??"

"Ahm correction, I am assisting you."

"Yeah yeah, but, when did you return??"

"Who said I'm back by choice. This young man sent his men to kidnap me.." he said pointing towards me.

"Theodore?? You called him??"

"Actually I just wanted you to be safe." I said scratching the back of my neck out of embarrassment. I mean I know I was afraid to see him in that condition but I can't accept it. No, not at all. I hate showing emotions.

"Hmmm, I see so, someone was afraid to lose me. Am I being right Mr. Theodore??"

"Wh-who?? Me?? Haha ofcourse not. I just called him because you, you are being so disobedient towards your Boss and for that you certainly need some lessons. I couldn't let you die before that Mr. Clarke."

"How rude. God I'm hurt, just pick me back already." Steven said, sighing while fake crying like a little kid.

"He would throw you down again."I said earning a small angry pout from him. It's the very first time I'm not getting annoyed by him maybe because his every action is making me feel relieved. This one month has made me realise how important he has been for me all the way through.

"Steven, your reports are showing much recovery than before. It's great that you're recovering well and maybe we could discharge you more early."

"Really uncle?? Congratulations Mr. Clarke you won't have to cope beasts for more time." I said slightly hitting his shoulder.

"Huh?? Who beasts??" Doctor (Travis) asked being confused.

"Actually uncle-"

"Nothing uncle, nothing you might be busy right?? Thankyou so much for looking after me. I am so so so grateful to you. I'll never forget this favour of yours. Thankyou bye..take care uncle..see you soon." He said as if slightly pushing him towards door.

"Ok ok, I'll take my leave."

"Thankyou uncle. Let me drop you." I said while standing to see him off.

"No, it's alright Theodore you don't need to take tension about it. I have some works to complete so I'll go by myself. You spend time with him. He isn't liking my company maybe."

"It's its not that-"

"Chill, I'm just kidding."

"Better then.

"Ohk uncle if you say. But, if you need any help please consider calling me. I'll always be available."

"Sure sure son." He hugged us both and left.

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Author's note -

Hi everyone. I'm alive. Yep, I'm alive. I know updates are not regular, because my exams were over the head and I can't bear failing...hehe

Goodbye hugs from your Author~

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