44. The One Where I Damage His Car

"Kabir, we're getting late!" I called, washing my breakfast plate.

I frowned at the soap tumbling down the surface, surprised by Kabir's behavior of not coming out of his room early. He hadn't even gone to GYM today, stayed in his room and woke up when I had knocked on his door.

Swirling, I gawked at his untouched breakfast and sighed. Looks like I would be missing my first lecture of the day.

Drying the plate with the cloth, I placed it inside the cabinet and covered his breakfast plate.

Worried, I was about to retreat to his room when he wobbled inside the kitchen. His head bent down, bag slung over his shoulder and tired actions. He gave a stare to his breakfast and asked, "Let's go. I'm not hungry. Your lectures start early."

Dropping the cloth, I trudged to his side and asked, "Are you okay? You don't seem fine."

"Just a bit tired. Slept late." He blinked his eyes rapidly. "My shoulders are aching." He sat on the kitchen stool and leaned his head on the slab, moaning in pain. Tens