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‘First, Arman never blabbers. And she did. She got it within minutes of

you breaking your bone. Arman was impressed and he never gets impressed
either,’ she clarified.
‘Fuck,’ he grumbled.

‘What happened?’
‘I think she had her birthday or something. There were a few friends of

hers who came here this morning and were making a shitload of noise …
and …’

‘And?’
‘I might have hit a few of them,’ he murmured.

‘You WHAT?’ she exclaimed.
‘You know, I was irritated. I asked them to shut up and they didn’t. I
punched a guy and hit another one,’ he shamefully admitted.

‘Are you crazy, Dushyant? What did Arman do?’
‘I think he wanted to hit me but he didn’t. He shifted me to a different

room for a bit and then I was shifted back last evening. I feel so crappy
now. Why did that girl have to diagnose me? It’s so irritating,’ he growled.

‘Why? Because if she hadn’t, we would have killed you by now. We were
treating you for the wrong disease. You should be thankful to her,’ she said.

‘I think I should. She is a sweet girl after all. Why did she have to choose
this room? So annoying,’ he squeaked and lay his head back. If he could
have made himself disappear for a bit, he would have done that. Dushyant

had done a million things he wasn’t proud of, but he was never sorry about
it. But in those moments, he was. He looked over to Pihu’s bed and wanted

to thank her. It really didn’t matter to him whether he lived or died; he was
usually terrified of waking up the next morning and dragging himself

through another day. But he felt a little odd about having thrashed the
friends of the girl who had saved him.

‘I think I need a smoke,’ he croaked.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked and sat on his bed.
‘Yes,’ he asserted. ‘And I need to thank her. What’s her name again?’

‘Pihu. Don’t tell me you don’t know!’ she squeaked.
‘I mean … I did, I just forgot. Can we go?’