Don't Call Me Agassi Anymore!

Deep

I couldn't move her. She was skinny but fuck she was heavy. She was unconscious may be in a deep sleep.  But fuck I was frozen.

I somehow managed to drag her to my bed and layed her down. She was kind of unconscious. I removed her boots and jacket and her pair of gloves. And dampen her face and neck with a wet cloth.

Not so many minutes passed for her to regain consciousness.  She sat on the bed squeezing her forehead. May be she is having a headache.  She looked around. 

Shit. She said.

And looked at me with an apologetic look.

I am sorry Agassi. How long did I sleep?

Just a few minutes. You were not sleeping. You passed out. You are having a fever. Did you take any meds? You should have told me. You should have rested.
She stood up while I was still talking. But she couldn't stand straight as she always does. Her head was down. She was not ok for sure.

Where are you going. Sit down.

She didn't cared and checked the time on her wrist watch.

It's already 1.15 Agassi.  You need to get ready for the shoot.

She said in a broken voice.

But you are not well. You..

I am fine. Let's get ready.

No you need to get some meds. Come with me or I am not gonna do the shoot.

But Agassi.  I am fine.

She says while looking down.

Wait here. I will be back.

No I m coming with you.

You need rest. Please stay here. I ll get some medicine from the reception.

I will get some. Agassi wait here.

No I don't think you will get. You are stubborn. 

Arasso, then Let's both go.

Ok but can you walk? You are still drowsy..

I am fine Agassi.

She slowly put on her boots and the jacket.  And also her gloves.

No don't wear them. Leave them.

I said. She just nodded and kept them on the bed. Aww. So cute like a puppy. I have never seen her this weak. It was sad to see her weak. But it is really cute to see her obeying me and surrender.

We both went down. She is behind. In the lift I could see the reflection from my side. She leaned back to the lift and her head was down. She was not ok.

Aish this arrogant idiot. When the lift reached the fround floor I looked at her. Still her head was down. 

Are you ok?

She suddenly lift her head. She was flooding with sweat.

I am fine. Let's go Agassi. 

She said in a very very weak voice. She stepped forward but she lost her balance. And I held her hand to make her not fall.

I am sorry Agassi. I will make up this to you. I am sorry.  I am sorry you have to go through this.

Don't be sorry .let's go. You are humane. Humans get sick. That's not something to be sorry for.