79. Injection

"You are sick!" I said sternly. How can this man tell not to go to hospital when he's sick. Then suddenly my own self clicked in my mind. I never go to hospital if I am sick. But I have my reasons. I then averted my head in his direction. His head fell on my shoulder. 'Is he...' The thought stopped in middle way. It could be possible. 'Being undefeated...' The words rang in my ear. I gulped by the thoughts.

'No.. no...no...no.' I internally shook my head. This can't be. He's sick and there's something wrong with him and we people don't get sick. We are strong and healthy. Yes, I convinced myself. But these days I was sick to death too. I almost died. I am still healing. No, there's no time to think that.

"Are you sure?" I asked him. "You don't want to go to hospital?" I asked again.

He gave a nod.