I felt light headed, like my head had whirled continuously for a long time. I felt like I would fall at the least provocation.
“Shh, go back to sleep,” Dan rasped.
I closed my eyes relishing in his touch, his hand momentarily stopped roving my back.
“Hey,” he whispered, kissing between my brows.
I covered my mouth not wanting to open them accidentally, I didn’t know how long I’d been sleeping but judging from how tired I felt I could tell it had been long.
Maybe since last night, was it even morning?.
I looked back into his eyes holding his gaze, my lower lip stuck between my teeth as I gnawed on it.
He quirked a brow up imitating my lip-hold gesture.
I tried shaking my head, segueing in a wince.
He pulled away from me, shooting up from the bed.
“Doctor!.” he bellowed running outside.
“D-d-da-an,” I stuttered scrunching my nose at my breath.
Stifling a groan I slowly sat on the bed sliding my legs off the bed.
“Irritating human…” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes.
He could have waited a while not rush off like that, “What was with all that fanfare?” I rolled my eyes again trudging to where I presumed was the bathroom.
A slow sigh escaped my lips when I saw new brush in the brush-holder.
I opened the package squirting lots of toothpaste on the brush.
I finally looked up at the mirror taking in my sunken eyes and dried lips, I was tempted to run my tongue over it but I knew it’d disgust me.
I shoved the brush into my mouth motioning it in gentle circles over my teeth.
“ Salma!” I tsked quietly at his call, I already had a headache an it seems he was bent on sending me to an early grave. What was with the whole rushing to call the doctor, and now shouting my name like I’d been clarified missing.
“Salma,” he called out again more calmer this time.
I spat the paste-sud, cupping my right hand beneath the faucet.
I gargled holding the water in my mouth a while long before spitting it out.
I held the knob rattling the door open to a worried-stricken Amdan.
His mouth dropped open and closed, he turned around then swiftly turned to me again.
“You scared me.” He muttered, like he’d finally recovered his sense of speech.
I looked away from him, biting on my lower lip as I made my way to the bed.
A nurse in light blue scrubs stood by the bed a stethoscope slung around her neck with the clipboard in her hand.
“Good morning Mrs Salma” she greeted her lips stretching in a smile.
“Good morning Miss…” I croaked, enquiring her name with a brow lift gesture.
“Sandra.” She provided, I nodded at her forcing my lips in a stretch.
I cleared my throat running my tongue over my lips again.
“He misunderstood what I wanted,” I told her sparing him a squint and looking away.
He stood standstill both hands stuffed in his pocket.
I sat at the side of the bed, slowly lying backwards on the pillows and shuffling my legs on the bed like I did when getting down, I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, but I was not ready to indulge him now.
I just needed the throbbing to stop for now.
I felt the coolness of the stethoscope on my chest and started chewing on the insides of my mouth when the coolness left.
She smiled, nodding at me as if to assure me everything was okay, she dialled something around her waistband.
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BOUND TO MY NEMESIS
General FictionHe hates her beyond measure though he's good at hiding it. Will cohabiting under the banner of marriage crack through his pretence?. Come on, hop in, don't be scared, join me unknot the knots that have caused the rift between Amdan and Salma. C...
