Don't Say Goodbye: Ep 8

…continued

It’d been a long day. Ishaan sat outside the hospital room, talking to Jay.
“She’s going to be okay, Ishaan. That’s what the doctors said, right? You’ve got to believe it, man. She’s coming back to you.”
Ishaan groaned. “Yeah? Why won’t she wake up then?”
“Because she’s dehydrated and needs fluids in her system, idiot. Let her body rest. She’ll be awake and out of this place in no time.” Jay had never cared for love before, but seeing Sana and Ishaan’s dynamic, he wouldn’t mind having someone for himself now.
“Ish-aan?” A nurse with an accent stepped out, craning her neck to find someone by that name.
“It’s me.” He rolled his eyes. “Do you need more medicines?”
“No.” She shook her head. “The patient’s awake. She’s asking for you.”
Before Jay could push him inside or he could respond to the nurse, he’d already run in to the room to find a swollen-faced Tia smiling back at him.
“Hi.” He grabbed a stool next to her. “You scared me.”
She somehow found it in herself to grin. “You look like a mess.” Her voice was hoarse and she looked she needed more rest, but for now she was here and she was okay.
“A hot mess, I hope?”
“More like you haven’t slept in days mess.” She ran her free hand through his hair. “How long have I been here?”
“A day and a half. How’re you feeling?”
“Like I was kidnapped.” She joked.
He snapped. “It’s not funny.” Somehow her fingers on his hair managed to calm him down. “None of this would have happened if it weren’t for me. I’m the kind of mess you should probably throw away from your life, huh?”
She shook her head the best she could in her semi-drug induced state. “What would I ever do without your mess, Ish?”
He looked at her softly and it reminded her of the times before last New Year’s when all that mattered in life was him and there was nothing to take that away.
“What happened to Rishi and his father?”
He groaned. “You want to talk about that now?”
“About your superhero entry into the godown? Yep.” She giggled.
He rolled his eyes at her. “I honestly don’t know how you find what happened funny, but we’ll roll with it. His father’s in police custody now, answering questions. Lots of people stepped forward with news about him since our story went public. So he has a lot of accusations against him now. Rishi’s with him too. They’re out of our lives for good, Sana. They’re never coming back, I promise.”
She let out an inner sigh of relief. Ishaan looked wrecked and she didn’t want to add to his pain by showing him how afraid she was. “You’ve been here the whole time, haven’t you?”
“Where else would I be?” He retorted.
“You’re an idiot.”
“That’s what Jay says. He and you would make good friends…in another lifetime.” He laughed at his own bad attempt of a joke.
“Jay’s the friend that’s been helping you, right? He’s here too?”
Ishaan nodded. “Been here almost the whole time.”
Sana was genuinely touched. She smiled. “Can you tell him I say thanks? For everything.”
He shook his head. “You can tell him yourself when we get out of this hell-hole and are on our way to a holiday.”
She raised her eyebrows. “What holiday? I have college to attend, in case you forgot.”
“Superheroes don’t go to college, silly. They go to Shimla for getaways.” Jay chuckled and just like that, everything was okay.
Goodbyes never have to be forever, Sana realised. Sometimes if it’s meant to be, people come back, and when they do, a whole new story starts.

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