13 Reasons Why... I 💓 you

#6

I love you,
Cause you showed me caring for someone isn't a weakness!

"Hey Parth can you hear me, all is gonna be okay" Niti was running along with the stretcher tears streaming down her face.

"I'll be there" she said in a whisper when they said she couldn't go any further along. He still didn't reply. His eyes were closed not in peace but unconciousness. The silence was deafening.

"Excuse me are you with him?" A professional voice behind her asked. She turned over to see it was a doctor, one that was presumably going to treat him.

"Yes" she replied feebly, "I'm his girlfriend."

"Good. I'm doctor Fernandes" he said extending his hand for her to shake .

"I'm Niti Taylor" she said taking his hand. It was firm shake, a sign of confidence and stability. She felt better about him being treated in solid care of the doctor.

"Alright dear, since this is urgent I need you to listen to me" he said kindly at first and then apologetically, "we need to perform a surgery on him" he said and waited to see if she understood.

Niti gulped and nodded, unable to form words. She had known this would happen of course, they had been involved in a random street shooting accident for god's sake, but it was seeping in just now.

When he had got hit and toppled over, for a moment all she could think was 'this was the end' but thankfully she had the brain's to snap out and call for help. They were just coming out of a restaurant. Normal day, just an outing... who knew by evening she would standing here!

"Did you hear me?" The doctor asked.

"Sorry?" Niti asked startled.

"It's okay" he said patiently "we will need to put Mr. Samthaan in surgery. It not a big surgery, so you don't have to worry" he said and she breathed an audible sigh of relief. It wouldn't stop her from worrying, only maybe she wouldn't worry too much. "It's only a little some thing and he should be back in a few hours" he said encouragingly.

"Great" she said with effort because there was literally nothing great about your boyfriend being in surgery.

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A few hours later...

Niti had fallen asleep from all the exhaustion. Her head was looking from side to side because of sleeping in those uncomfortable hospital couches. She was deep in sleep, shutting everything out-

"Niti" he croaked out and she jumped out of her seat.

"You're awake ?" She asked and she rushed to his side, eyes the side of tennis balls.

"No shit Sherlock" he said cracking a tiny smile and at her.

"Shut up" she said turning her head to wipe the tear that leaked from her eyes.

"Were you crying?" He asked a little surprised; Niti wanted to smack him.

"No... of course not" She said in a raspy voice even though her tear tracks were very visible.

"It's okay if you were" he said gently.

"I wasn't" she lied, feeling self concious all of a sudden. Why the hell was she doing that? She wanted to ask him so many things and now she couldn't... "I was just making sure you're fine and all. You were with me, and I'm fine so, moral responsibility" she said turning away and shrugging but her voice gave her away; it was quivering like shit. The surge of guilt that mounted on her everytime she thought that how she was okay and he went through all of this...

"Niti" he said and lifted his hand with effort to hers "there's no harm in accepting you were scared...for me... or that you were upset. Crying is okay, amazing even. Not many people are strong enough to do that!"

She didn't reply but looked at him enquiringly. She never showed how she felt! It meant giving away a part of her true nature and she had been taught, that always made people weak. Counting on someone... being scared if they'll make it... wanting them to make it, desperately, they were signs of dependency.

"No they aren't" he said.

"Did I say that alound?" She gasped.

"Yup" he said. "Remember that time when you pulled that prank on me?" She nodded. "I was so scared. You just fell on me and you were unconcious-  I thought you were. I was shaking you violently, trying yo jerk you awake. You had stopped breathing... you weren't responding any which way. I didn't check your pulse like a moron but that was because I really didn't think of it. I was very scared, my heart was in my mouth. And I rememver I was screaming for help and then I looked at you and you were staring back at me and you winked and then starts laughing! It was a shit show... but the point is that I did care" his throat was extremely  dry by the time he finished.

"Do you need water?"

"Sure!"

"Yes I was scared, despite being told it was safe and all. I did all those things I said while rambling. And yeah I was crying hard before I fell asleep and got bad dreams because I love you and I care for you. And if you didn't make it, I'd skin your ass" she said leaning down and pecking his lips.

"Now get well soon teacher, you gotta show me your strength" she said winking.

"What's on your mind student mine?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.