Beautiful You

“What are you doin?" Noah asked, as he entered the room again, after talking to her.

“I’m telling my fans that I'm injured?” I replied, going through my social media.

“Don’t post anything?” he screeched, snatching my phone.

“What’re you doing?” I shouted.

“She clearly stated, if any fan or media came here, she would throw you out immediately of this hospital and also if You don’t get treated now, things will become really bad,” he continued after a pause.

“So, I think you don’t want to get treated after listening to this…. I should proceed with the discharging process.”

“No, I’d get treated, they already examined me….. as it's a serious matter,” I replied avoiding his gaze.

“In reality...I mean for the real….,” he repeated, with his wide eyes.

“I suppose,” I replied.

******

“Hello, doctor,” I said with a broad smile as soon as she entered the room, holding a smal

“So, it’s a sprain in your ankle, nothing serious, I'll put on a bandage, and you'll have to do complete bed rest for three days…. you’ll soon be alright,” she replied while ignoring my efforts to start a conversation.

“You should do complete bed rest,” she said, removing the sheet from my ankles.

“Okay,” I replied.

“You shouldn’t lie that you’re a plumber,” she said, sitting beside me, and took the bandage out of that box to wrap around my ankle.

“I've never lied to you, I just don’t get a chance to introduce myself,” I replied staring at her face, when she was so focused over my ankles.

“You look good in this lab coat,” I said, as my eyes were still stuck at her face.

“Oh! I never had the idea,” she replied, casually.

“May I ask, what is your favourite dish? I'm thinking about ordering dinner for everyone, in the orphanage,” I asked, in a mild tone.

“What’re you trying to do?” she asked, meeting my gaze.

“Just trying to know about you,” I continued, maintaining eye contact.

“Everything…. More than anyone.”

I closed my fist around my blanket, as our eyes stopped blinking, we stared at each other with silence.

“You’ve picked up the wrong girl, Mr. Redmayne,” she said, shifting her gaze away.

“I’d like you to behave as my patient only….. in the future,” she said, as she got busy again with my bandage.