beg, borrow, steal? or maybe none!

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I kept thinking about this, while I waited in the waiting room.
Arjun was no where to be seen either.
The receptionist had told me I could pay it in a week because it would take Ryan that long to stay there and the cost would be about 3 lakhs.
I thought and an idea struck, I had a friend who was well known for his website which sold antiques and creative works by people around, and so I decided to ask him if my paintings could be sold.
I immediately searched my contacts, *Rishabh*,and dialled his number.
"Hey nainaaaa! How have you been? It's been really long that we've met. Wanna catch up now"
Oh god he spoke so much in just a few seconds.
"Hi Rishabh ! I'm really sorry I'm right now in Bangalore and I guess I'll meet you whenever I'll be in Hyderabad. I need a huge favor from you, will you be able to help me out?" I asked him.
He immediately said, " your wish is my command, just say it."
I told him about my ideas of selling the paintings I made and the ones I would make. I also told him about the situation I was in right now. And he was really excited about this idea and just then asked me to meet him at the nearest coffee shop the next day at 11 in the morning. He was going to come to Bangalore.
*I couldn't believe my eyes that he was doing so much for me even if I wasn't in touch with him for a long time. I felt special ! *

I gave my number at the reception and asked them to let me know as soon as Ryan became conscious or even if Arjun came around, and they said they would.
I then left for my home, it was already midnight and I was glad I kept my car tank filled with petrol.

I reached home and took out the two paintings I had, one was a scenery with white horses being the main, and the second one was of dew drops on every part of nature.
Were two enough? I asked myself and I guessed they weren't .

I took out two canvases and placed them on the holders, took out all sized paint brushes and all the colors I had.
Tying up my hair in a bun and putting on the apron I began to paint.

The strokes of red and orange and yellow, I spread upon the top of the canvas. Then creating the water I felt when it rained, I made it into the majestic sea. The sun almost setting was what the scene could be seen, the difference was it just wasn't a sunset seen at random days. It was blurred, it was from the heart deep within,It was what my heart could feel, the pain with the teary eyes.

I was crying because I missed him. I wanted Ryan to be well. I wanted him to be back with me.

I wiped my tears and started off with the next one, I wanted to make something cheerful and I created the rainbow I had seen in my dreams, the vibgyor colors were vibrant and made me smile, something that was not in a gold pot but through the bushes and much alive, that unicorn so beautiful, so fascinating wishing such a creature was real.
I created it with love, it was heavenly.

My eyes weren't red at all even though I had been awake almost the entire night, because it was something I loved to do for someone I loved the most. It was 6 in the morning.
I decide to rest for a while because I needed rest to look presentable the next day.
Just as I went to sleep, my phone rang and I lifted it, it was from the hospital.
The woman asked if I was Naina and told me that Ryan had been shifted to the ICU because he was doing better but still not fully conscious.
I smiled about and thanked her to let me know.

I could sleep for 4 hours peacefully.
I got up after the alarm had been ringing for almost 15 minutes and it was ten.
I hurried up, freshened up and left for the coffee shop I had searched for near the hospital. I texted Rishabh the details of the place and hoped he would be there.

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Sorry to have been away for so long.
I hope I'll be able to update much regularly.
Naina is putting efforts to keep up with what's needed. She is trying her best to help Ryan in every way.
Do you think Naina will be able to pay, or will the hospital refuse to treat Ryan.

Keep reading ahead.

Thank you xoxo

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