Misha's Ethan.

Chapter 8

Ethan's POV:

Misha, Misha and Misha. All I could think about is Misha. How is she? Did she eat? Did she drink her water? Did she check the bouquet on her table? What is she doing right now? Is she sleeping or she is sleepless just like me and thinking about me?

The hell!! What is happening to me and why is Dr. Misha Surname unknown is messing with my mind?

Why? Why? I don't know but I'm messed internally. After a long battle with myself, I have decided to call her.

I know it is midnight but does it look like I care?

After several rings, she has spoke in her groggy and sleeping voice.

"Hello?"

"Baby girl? Are you sleeping?"

I have realised how stupid that question is after it left my mouth.

"No not at all. I'm here on a mission of destroying my beauty sleep just because my sixth sense has told me that some idiotic person named Ethan Clarkson will call me at 3 in the morning just to ask me whether I'm sleeping or not." She said sarcasm dripping from her voice.

I can practically see the expression on her face right now. She is very mad at me.

"It better be important or else I'm going to chop your head for disturbing my sleep." She said after some silence on our part.

"You sure you can do that because you are too short and I bet you will reach only maximum up to my waist. My head is something impossible for you to reach."

"You have called me and woke me up from my beauty sleep just to make fun of me? What kind of sick joke is this Ethan? And for the answer to your question, I can jump or I can use a ladder to chop your head. That is my problem. Not yours. Before you even react, good night and have bitter dreams for waking me up." She said and ended the call after that.

Baby girl, I'm not going easy on you.

The next day I went to the hospital to check on my grandfather.

But the main reason is I had to see Misha at least today before I go to work.

An angelic voice broke me from my thoughts.

"Good morning grandpa."

That voice belonged to Misha. Now I have got the perfect opportunity to see her closer. She has those pitch black eyes which tell volumes about her, a perfectly carved nose, her pink and plump lips, her brunette hair with chestnut highlights made her look even more like a goddess.

What is happening to me? When did I started to become a poet?

She started to check grandpa completely ignoring my presence and said,

"You are perfectly alright grandpa. You can get discharged tomorrow." To which grandpa nodded. After that, she left the ward and heading straight to god knows where.

"Baby girl!" I yelled and she turned to look at me.

She spared a glance at me and then she started walking again.

"Misha!" I started to walk behind her but abruptly stopped when I got an idea.

I took my phone and put it in ears though there is no one at the other end.

"Hello?" I talked louder for the person who is walking away from me to hear.

"Mom! I missed you these days."