✁ CHAPTER 26

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I sit up on a soft bed, holding my head tightly, and then lying down again.

I don't know for how long have I been doing that. Has to be more than thrice at least.

I breathe heavily closing my eyes trying to calm my nerves.

My head feels heavy yet I get up again slowly.

"What is wrong with me"

I whisper to myself.

I look around to find this is not the room I was sleeping last day in.

The only man who is hanging in different corners of the room with different poses is, Carter. So it is obvious that it's his room.

I glance at the closed windows with curtains pulled down.

I stand up slowly.

The sweating just won't stop!

What happened there on the beach all of a sudden?

I walk towards the door that seemed like the main way out of the room.

As soon as I step out of the room, I see the faint orange sunrays fall into the corridor.

Probably after hearing the sound of the door, Carter looks behind and for the first time, I see him holding the wheelchair of his Nanna.

She is still facing the setting sun through the window.

"Why did you get up?"

He says completely turning around with a frown on his face whose origin is from concern, I suppose.

"Is she your Nanna?"

I ask walking towards her but he stops me halfway, landing just in front of me.

"Are you alright?"

He asks putting the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Don't touch me. I am sweating a lot"

I say stepping back partly embarrassed.

"So? Do you have a fever?"

He does not move an inch.

My eyes wavered to the old woman who sat in the wheelchair. She is not bothered at all. Is she too old to have senses?

"I do not"

I reply realizing my headache has completely gone away.

"Then?"

He won't leave me unless I give him a proper answer but what am I supposed to say when I don't know myself?

"I don't think it has anything to do with my health"

I say knowing exactly what I mean.

"It's high time you go back"

Carter says turning around after a long pause.

"Where?"

I ask not knowing exactly what he is trying to say.

"Go back to your clinic and start your own Chamber. Don't get involved here"

He says walking away with his Nanna.

"Are you dumb or do you just like playing dumb all the time?"

I shout at his back.

He stops and looks behind.

I swallow.

"You should start playing dumb from now on if you want to live"

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