Family friend

White.

That's all I can see lying on the hospital's bed. blinding, sterile white—the ceiling, the sheets, the Silance.

If anything I was going to hate would be hospital, because white is too pure to hate.

They said memory loss was just temporary and I'll recover soon. But I don't think I will.

Vaidhai sounds unfamiliar. I don't know why I don't even remember my name.

Is this common?

If yes.

Then why do I remember nani is my nani?

And if no.

Then why did I forget my name?

Through, just by looking at her face I can tell that she loves me.

Why?

Why she gives me that sense of security that no one else does?

Being sick is sick!

She had gone back to home, they said she's old, and can't stay with me here. But lying all day here, I only feel bored.

The only thing I do is, talking to my damn self. And if anyone found out I'm the kind of girl who get into arguments with her own self—they'll see me as an idiot.

I wanted to walk around, to see something other than white tiles. To explore the place, smell the flowers that I see from this window.

but I can't, and that's all because of my injuries.

My goddamn injuries.

If I had that power, I would break that damn bridge I had fallen off from.

I sighed.

Just to try again, I turned slightly to my left side, putting my weight on my elbow while I tried to sit.

I slowed my breaths, trying to control my pulse before I pressed my weight on my plam to sit.

But when I finally pressed against the bed, my hand gave out.

I winced at the sharp pain that clawed up to my shoulder. Somehow I was feeling weaker—weaker than I was yesterday.

Low blood pressure, a different kind of taste on my tongue, and a ridiculous smell in the environment, probably something like sanitizer.

Damn blue clothes on me.

I've no energy left at all, not even to discuss about this damn life I'm living here.

It's—Maybe because of the medicines.

They were heavy doses, my brother told me to rest after each dose. But this is more ridiculous.

More than a patient, I feel like a cripple. And if I had to tell anything in the world I hate, it would be being dependent.

"No need for you to care." The voice echoed through the hall, frim yet unfamiliar.

I pushed myself in the pillow. Everyone here has someone visiting them, but I was fucking bored here.

After some struggle and wince I finally broke free from the cage called cramps. Tilting my head as I peeked outside. Seeing nothing at all.

Whoever he is, he's not in this room and I can't walk out there. So I just stayed on the bed, laying here—dying out of curiosity.

After some minutes, when the beep of the mashine finally annoyed me enough to force me, I closed my eyes.

In a hope that I'll spend the rest of the day sleeping.

I wish I was a cat, I would have landed on my legs when I had fallen off the bridge.

Sigh.

Can a cat land on water?—What a stupid thought.

"You woke up?" The voice shook me, frim but not cold unlike my brother. I opened my eyes to see who it is.

damn! He's so hot.

Dark hair perfectly set, his black eyes shining like a cristel, fair skin with that perfect sharp jaw—Straight to be my hottest vampire.

I cleared my throat, trying to speak instead of drooling over his looks.

I'm dead if he's my cousin.

"W—Who are you?" I asked, trying to sound less desperate, but my voice probably didn't sound calm at all.

No reply.

Then, the question popped up in my mind.

How did he walked so silently?

I didn't gave it a single thought, the question died in my mind with a sigh that only my heart heard.

He walked closer, leaned down to pick something from the floor.

I didn't move, just adjusted the blanket over myself. Then suddenly—"Fu—" that left without permission.

The bed lifted, headrest picked up until I was halfway in sitting position.

So he was adjusting my bed.

I almost died at the sound cardiac monitor's fast beat. Why does it have to tell I'm desperate for the sight?

He walked towards the edge of my bed, looking at my reports.

"Are you a doctor?" I finally asked, looking between him and the file before that beautiful hand dragged my attention.

I wasn't sure if he's a doctor, but I'm sure he's handsome.

My usual doctor was a female. Oh yeah—the psychiatrist was man, but then. he wasn't this man.

Then softer, almost unaffected voice came. "No." He spoke.

I was already dying to have a company here, and if he's not doctor. He's someone I can talk to.

Maybe god favors me.

He leaned again, checking something else maybe.

"I was just checking the reports, is it comfortable now?" He asked, his voice soft as he glanced up at me.

"Huh?" That left without my permission, as always, reacting to my unpolished impoliteness.

Isn't this what that man name it?

"The bed—is it comfortable now?" he repeated.

I nodded quickly.

"Oh! Yeah it is."

Why am I so nervous? I don't want to look stupid, but I'm sure I probably did. That damn bandage on my head helped with nothing.

He stepped forward, like a model showing his catwalk. Then he sat down leaning back on the couch,  before pulling out his laptop from under the table.

Had he been here?

Then the sound of typing filled the room.

"You...are you my brother?" I asked, casually playing with the edge of the blanket.

He is tall like my brother.

Could be my brother?

hope he's not.

"No." he replied, voice softer than before.

He didn't look up from his laptop. But he doesn't seem to be ignoring me. So after a brief moment of hesitation.

"Then, a friend?" I added.

"No."

I furrowed. He's as annoying as my brother—can't he just tell me already.

"Then..."

"I'm your brother's friend." I stilled. Did I make my annoyance visible? Or the question is just written over my face.

I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say something, he added.

"Or you can count me as a family friend."

That was casual despite what I had thought. Who would send a family friend to take care of their daughter? Specially when she's easy to kill?

Despite being handsome, he's a XY chromosome. If anything I could think is how could they let such a thing in here?

"Your family."

I tilted my head, with a brow raised up in suspension. "Huh?"

What does he mean?

His head lifted, his eyes meeting mine. Torture, absolute waste of great looks.

Then in the most casual way. "Your family told me to take care of you."

I chocked on a cough. How did he know what I was thinking?

"What happened?" he stood up.

Before sitting back when I shook my head. The whole world felt quite as I was able to hear the sound of my heartbeat. Or simply the sound of that damn beeping mashine.

The moment wasn't tensed but the tension rose inside me. "Nothing—nothing at all." I replied, quickly turning back. Before my back gave out.

Torture.

"Try not to overthink, it's not good for you." He suggested, then sound of him shifting on the couch.

Just rustle of the fabric was enough. I love the feeling of someone's presence.

But how did he know I was overthinking?

Does he read minds?

Or I'm just overthinking?

"Overthinking would raise stress and that can worsen your health." he added.

I glanced back, replied quietly. "I wasn't."

The silence spread across the room, leaving the sound of him typing on laptop.

We didn't talk much after that.

No more words.

Just Silance—again.

I never thought someone's presence could be enough.

I was sitting across her, checking emails and files. But just the soft sound of her soft murmuring something in sleep had me somewhere.

The way she's always curious, questioning everyone whoever enters in her new territory.

It's almost cute, almost.

But more than that, it's dangerous. She questions, but trusts everyone around her too easily.

They're all our people, all our employees. Yet somehow, her naivety had me worrying about her.

I only said I'm her brother's friend, and she believed it.

What if someone else came?

Someone who could attack her easily?

I sighed, trying to avoid the thought that formed in my mind.

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