Ms. Detective (I) {under construction}

46. Really Solved?

"How..... How's.....My son?" Mr. Khurana, who was worriedly waiting for the response of the doctor.

"Well..... He's stable now and is under observation....."

*Sigh*

Finally those words came out as a result of waiting for last six and a half hour!

"Can we meet him?" asked Harsh.

Wait.

Harsh?

"He's unconscious..... You can meet him after a while" saying so, doctor leaves as a nurse called him for some other emergency case.

"Ms. Trisha..... Can you please stay here? We'll leave for home" Mr. Khurana insisted.

Wait. Doesn't he wants me to stay out of Rudra's sight?

"How can I..... I mean...."

"Cause I know he's not going to talk with anyone but you. I want you to make him take out his frustration.... I'll think about other things later..... For now all I want is my precious son to be fine" Mr. Khurana then pats my shoulder, in order to encourage me, and then leaves.

Mrs. Khurana leaves following him and Harsh was leaving but I held his hand.

"Don't you want to ask me anything?"

"Stay with him.... We'll talk later" said he before losing his hand from my grip.

I don't know where is it going..... At least I don't want Rudra to end up like this.

I entered in his ward. Unlike always, the sleeping figure of Rudra was something that was giving me chills. I was scared as I do not really know how to face him.

"Hmmm....." He murmurs and I rushed to hold his hand, calling for the nurse to assist him.

"Rudra.... Are you awake?"

He opens his eyes, seems his eyelids were heavy. And now, he had baggy eyes with dark circles on his fair skin. His eyelids had dry tears.

He looks at me, "I......" His voice was weak and husky.

"Yes.... Yes I..... I'm listening...." A tear unknown to me, escapes out of my eyes. It's like a dream when he was actually speaking after the horrible scene in which he literally begged to kill him.

His hand, which was a bit warm and was attached to many drips and equipments to measure his body functions, feathers his fingers on my cheek. "I.... I'm sorry Mi-sh-ti...."

Wait. What.

"I'm Tris-.... I mean I'm Tiny.....Can't you recognize me?" My worried voice shook.

"I'm....Sorry..... Mishti...."

"Rudra...."

"Actually he's hallucinating things as he's under effect of medicines.... You don't need to worry about that....." Nurse guides me.

And now I was thankful.

"I.... I should have not left you alone in that hell...... I'm sorry...." He was still rubbing his thumb on my cheek.

"Rudra.... Forget everything and just get fine...." I feathered my hands over his ruffled hair.

He was smiling at me. And it was really a beautiful and rare thing, His Smile.

How can't anyone fall for this innocent face. His plumpy lips were dry but attractive.

Ugh. I should control my emotions.