Twenty Four

                                    

                                          
The doctor quickly left the room.
                          
My mom rushed closer to me. Holding my cheek, she cried even more. My dad was just there, standing, as if he has turned into a statue. 
                          
"Why did you do that my dear. You could tell me if you were facing something."
                          
She was continuously crying. I was also at the verge of shedding tears,but I kept on reminding myself that I can't. They at least need to understand it, I may have someone in my heart.


                          
I took a glance at the person who was standing at the door, staring at me without blinking his eyes even for once.
                          
"Why did you bother him?"
                          
She looked up at me. "Whom else could I call at that moment? Was It possible for me to bring you in the hospital alone?"
                          
I just remembered, my dad went to receive some guests at the airport. 
                          
I looked at him once again,
                          
"Sorry for causing you trouble."
                          
He didn't answer, instead just stared at me blankly. 
                          
The doctor came back in the room.
                          
"I think you can leave now, she needs rest. And also, I'll discharge her tomorrow afternoon."




                          
"Discharge me before afternoon. I need to be somewhere."
                          
I didn't even realize how much of a psycho I have become. I sated that without even myself knowing. When I felt all of their surprised stare, I gathered up my senses and realized what I said.
                          
"Where will you go in this state? I'm not letting you go anywhere."
                          
My mom straight declared. I just stayed quiet.
                          
"You need rest miss, it's not that much time, just until tomorrow. Then you'll go back to your home again."
                          
She faced my dad, " You should leave now, she needs to be alone for a bit."
                          
All of them left the room, including him. 
                          
"I will come for checkup if you want me to. But please, discharge me before afternoon."
                          
"Mind sharing with me why?" She gently asked.
                          
I knew she was trying to make me at ease. Honestly it isn't her fault. But again, I wasn't that dumb. I knew she'd tell everything to my parents later if I open up.


                          
"It's my personal reason. It doesn't have any connection with treatment."












                          
It's my very own medicine. Cure of my heart.