Marriage Of Convulsion

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FARIA

"For the love of God, what's wrong with me?" I screamed under my breath and buried my face on the pillow.

"Are you okay?" Ekansh tapped my shoulders.

"No, I'm dyin—" I closed my mouth shut. "I mean, I feel suffocated."

"Let's go to the hospital." He said in a heartbeat, his voice sounding scared and rough.

"I'm all good. It's just that I've been inside the room for days and I need a breath of fresh air but I can't." I whispered.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I bit on my bottom lips before looking at him. "When I'm going to get better, Ekansh? I don't like plasters and bandages on my body, I'm tired of them. I want to walk again and you know go out and I'm exhausted from being in bed all day. It feels like I'm locked up inside a room, I want to get better."

He stared at my face and opened his mouth to say something only to close it.

"Ekansh." I called out his name in frustration.

All he did was run his fingers through his hair.

I sighed. "Why aren't you a vampire? At least then you'd carried me into your arms and run at lightning speed."

His mouth twitched. "Let me take you to the hospital because no sane person would ever talk like that."

I dismissed him with my hand. "You shouldn't be the one to talk about sanity."

"Shall I take you to the balcony?" He asked.

"Nope. Take me to someplace else."

"Where?"

My chest rumbled through irritation. "I don't know, Ekansh. This is not my city."

I wiped my tears and cried again when a sharp cramp hit my stomach.

"Faria?" He crouched down on the floor next to the bed and looked at me helplessly.

"What?" I snapped.

"Don't cry." He whispered, his hand in the air as if he were debating on whether to wipe my tears or not.

I turned my face to him and held my chin out. "Do it."

With the pad of his thumb, he moped my tears away.

"I feel like crying till my tear glands run dry." I mumbled.

"They're called lacrimal glands." He spoke with a faint hint of mockery in his voice.

"Oh, I didn't know that you're good at biology. Why don't you teach me which hormones our body releases when we kiss?" I retorted.

All the mockery disappeared from his face and he quickly scooted away from me. Clearing his throat, he was about to turn his face away when I held him by his collar and pulled him closer till we were merely inches away.

"Oxytocin, is it? Dopamine?" I asked.

His eyes fell on my lips for a brief moment and my lungs were knocked out of air because of the deep intensity of his gaze.

"Let me take you to the balcony. T-The weather's good." He whispered and slowly removed my fingers from his collars.

My face turned crimson and I gave him a meek nod.

He scooped me up in his arms but then he didn't move. His eyes moved down to his arms holding me and then to my thighs.

"Uh, your periods...." He trailed off.