𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
"All the drama queens taking swings All the jokers dressin' up as kings They fade to nothin' when I look at him"
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I woke up with discomfort in my hand and chest. As I opened my eyes to examine my surroundings, I saw the IV and noticed I was lying on my chest, propped up with several pillows.
Evyaan sat parallel to me reading a little book.
An involuntary groan escaped my lips when I accidentally pressed on my hand where the IV was attached.
"You're up?" he asked quickly, standing and coming over. I nodded, and he carefully traced his fingers along the IV, checking it.
"I want to sit," I told him, attempting to adjust, but he gently pressed me back onto my pillows.
"Don't put pressure on the IV hand; it'll swell up," he said, rising from his seat.
"I'll help you, okay? Don't get startled," he added, waiting for my nod of consent. I was unable to move without causing pain to my back or IV, so I nodded in agreement.
He turned me onto my back swiftly but grabbed my neck before the side that was hurt could touch the bed and pushed my back to help me sit up.
"Is this fine?" he asked, scanning me to see if I felt uncomfortable.
I did not.
All I felt was numb and hurt. The physical pain paled in comparison to the emotional scars.
They're raw, wounded, and bleeding.
"Should I shift you to the other side if you want to sit with support?" he asked further, noting my silence.
"Why are you here, Evyaan?" I questioned, dismissing all his concerns.
"The doctors said they need someone to supervise the patients. Also, do you want to go back to the hotel? I asked Vedika di, and she said she'll arrange a chopper if we want to go back."
"I don't want to."
"I expected that, the doctors brought all the required medication, so they recommend that you both stay here too rather than going back to the city," he explained checking the IV again. It had stopped dripping.
"Samayara, keep your hand like this," he said gently, guiding my palm onto the pillow and slipping his hand beneath mine. His touch was steady, deliberate, and impossibly warm—the very warmth I'd been trying so hard to escape. Yet here it was again, spreading through me like an unwelcome solace. The moment I closed my eyes, guilt twisted in my chest like a blade. My mind conjured the same haunting nightmare: Evyaan and Isha, dragged into a storm of danger they never asked for, never deserved. Their faces flickered in the darkness, shadowed with fear, pain, and betrayal.
The bullies' taunts echoed in my mind like a relentless chorus: Burden. Leech. Parasite. And deep down, I couldn't deny it. Maybe they were right.
What kind of person pulls their friends into ruin?
