A Familiar Stranger - II
Pratiksha was clutching a hand to her head and holding herself up with her other hand supported on the wall. The lamp and the digital clock on the bedside table had crashed to the floor. I saw that she was finding it hard to hold herself up. She screwed her eyes shut with a little hiss, holding a hand to the back of her head. When she wobbled and was about to hit the ground, Rishi rushed forward to hold her up by catching her around the waist. He gently lowered her on the bed to stay seated against the headboard so that she won't fall back again. Pratiksha opened her eyes to see who was holding her.