HEY! Finally, another update! So, in this, its gonna be even funnier, because we are gonna kind of start from where we stopped; Sameera taking the fall! Hope you like it! Happy reading!
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“Ok, you need stitches.’
“I do not.”
“Uh- yes, you do Ma’am.”
“No, sir, I don’t. I am pretty much fine, you know, with the bandage and the tetanus thingy of yours.”
“But its an open wound.”
“No, I heal easily. Its pretty small. I can manage it.”
“But you need a stitch.”
“Stitches are for losers.”
“You really need a stitch.”
“But I don’t want-”
“Sameera, shut up and let the doctor do his job!”Vidhyuth snapped.
I glared at him. “You will do well to shut your damn mouth up!”
“I swear to god, I -“
“Doctor, send this mad guy OUT!” I said shrilly.
The doctor just looked amused. The grey eyed devil got me into a hospital where I was currently getting treated by a nice person, who was the opposite of my other company, who frankly gave off an air of anti socialism. Vidhyuth was standing next to the bed I was in, his arms crossed over his chest, frowning at me like I was the reason why Doctors ever invented the word ‘stitches’.
“Ms. Kapoor, first of all, he is my nephew.”
“Which doesn’t stop him from being MAD!” I protested. Oh my god, they gave me some painkillers which seems to have worked the wrong way; I was in such a sugar rush.
“And second of all, you really do need stitches” he said patiently.
“No, I don’t! No, no, no, no, no!”
Vidhyuth sighed exasperatedly. “It is for your good. Cant you just shut up and let him do it?”
“If you are so intent on getting stitched, why don’t you do it YOURSELF?” I demanded.
“Uncle, why did you give her the medicine?” the grey eyed devil (I am gonna name him Grevil. Grey eyes- devil- you get it, right? Ha ha, I am such a genius) asked his Uncle, with a scowl.
“She had to take it…she was in pain, you know. Ok, in the count of three, I am going to stitch you up. And also, it wont hurt a lot. Ok?”
“It. HURTS.”
“I didn’t even start” he remarked.
“It hurts in advance!”
“Vidhyuth, distract her.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on. Do something. I need to stitch her up soon.”
He just looked at his uncle like he was insane, while I just stared at them talking with a big smile on my face. Somewhere in my pain killer induced brain, I found this scene to be very, very humorous. Then Grevil looked back at me, his expression uncertain.
“You are sure she wont bite or something, right? She looks insane.”
“Its just the meds. She is fine. She will mostly pass out in a while.”
“Ok, fine” he sighed, like his actions were going to personally cost him the rest of his life’s good deeds. Then he looked back at me. “Right. Uh- Sameera, what- uh- what did you study?”
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