The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Plan B

The first thing I see it the blank white ceiling. A pair of arms grasp me gently. Then, a kind looking woman comes into view wearing a white coat that suggests she's a nurse.

She smiles at me. "She's awake," she tells the doctor who nods.

"Where's. . Amir?" I ask, squinting as the lights shine in my eyes and the smell of medicine hits me hard, sweeping over my senses for a solid minute as I struggle to see, move, and breath.

"I'm here." Amir rushes in, concern evident on his face. He faces the doctor to get more details.

"We just have to run some small tests to identity what actually happened before telling you, but she is fine, I assure you. It's nothing critical." The doctor reassures, rummaging through his notepad, files, and notes as the nurse rushes to get me some water.

"Okay." Amir replies, breathing a sigh of relief and sitting on the chair beside me, smiling softly. My brain pounds, confusion falling over me. I fainted?

"I fainted??" I ask out loud, too. When I receive a solemn nod from the nurse and Amir, I furrow my eyebrows. This is my first time ever fainting. It felt odd, as if I lost control over myself for a second.

"Yeah. Don't worry, it's okay," he reassured me. "You're okay." He murmurs, tucking a loose hair behind my ear. I'm stunned for a minute. The emotion in his eyes almost scares me. How could he begin to care for me so fast? He hated me just weeks ago.

I can barely recall how I fainted, so Amir explains it to me, with vivid expressions that make me laugh out loud. "Basically, I was just on my phone, heading to the bathroom. Perfectly normal, right? Then, all I hear is a thud, and glass breaking, and I'm just like, woah, this cannot be good. Like, no shit, Sherlock Amir." He rolls his eyes. "So then, I come into the living room and I see you just lying on the carpet, and the glass is half broken but thankfully, far away from you. I sweep you up, checking your pulse. You really do scare me a lot. Try lowering that level down or someday I might just shit myself.

Basically, your pulse was a bit off, but it was there. I was so glad, called the ambulance and demanded our butler to clean up, pronto. And you were only knocked out for about ten minutes. We literally just got here." He motions to the off white room with black cupboards, chairs, and tools.

"Oh, man. It must've been so random, fainting so suddenly. I wonder what caused it," I shake my head, absorbing his words with a frown, saying both of our thoughts aloud.

"Me, too." He admits. It's only me and him in the room, now. After a comfortable silence, he turns his phone on, and start typing vigorously. When I raise an eyebrow, he smiles sheepishly.

"Business. The real world, Annie, is filled with fakes who use big words and contracts to confuse you. You gotta get past them, or else, you're getting nowhere in the business world." Amir explains. I don't know what he exactly means, but I nod nevertheless. I get the gist of what he's trying to say. Amir Khan may seem like a messy, unorganized rich snob, but really, as messy and careless as he can seem sometimes, he's nothing like that in reality. He's super organized, not messy at all, very picky, and very bipolar as well as a total sweetheart sometimes.

            I decide I like him.

The nurse helped me up, took me to the washroom, gave me some tests, then took some of my blood, and noted a few things down. I take the cup that she gives me that I have to pee in, and stare at in disgust. That's so disgusting, but what can I say? Doctors orders. I really want to know what's wrong with me.