Chapter 5

LYRA Pov-

I tried listening to the man trying to calm my mind but I couldn't calm down. It was like my body was not listening to me. He helped me sit on the bed. He then removed his cellphone from his pocket and started calling someone.

He talked to someone and in a blink of a second four men rushed inside. They knew exactly what to do as one of them carried me in his arms and rushed out of the door.

I was just shifted to the other room which was opposite my room and it was darker in colour and it looked sad. He gently placed me on the bed and soon a man dressed in white came inside and started examining me.

Everything Started becoming blurry. I couldn't see or hear anything until I knew I lost consciousness.

"She is diagnosed with ischemia in which her blood artery muscles tighten which reduces the flow of blood. Giving her cardiac arrest which makes her faint, sometimes it causes pain to several parts of body" I heard a faint voice speaking.

"How are you going to cure her?" A similar voice spoke. I have heard this voice before but I was too tired that my body was not allowing me to open my eyes.

"I will prescribe some antibiotics to give her with an injection," I heard a man say.

They were present in the room for quite a time and left. I could feel I was awake but I couldn't open my eyes. I wanted to see the face of that similar voice.

"Hey….can you hear me?" I heard that similar voice again. I wanted to open my eyes to see him but I couldn't open it.

"Don't pressurise yourself…. slowly slowly" He spoke, his voice holding some unknown emotion which touched my heart. He was helping me to open my eyes.

I followed his voice and slowly was successful in opening my eyes. The room had bright lights again but before I could close my eyes the lights got dim. Now I was able to see things but I couldn't see his face clearly.

He stood in front of my bed. His physic said he was from a well balanced family. Somewhere in the corner I knew we had met.

"Smith..Come to my room bring dinner along with you" He spoke to someone on the phone. Telling him to bring dinner. He is calling for dinner, which means it's night time now.

I tried getting up from bed when he came and straightened my pillow and helped me sit.

"You fainted due to ischemia. Do you faint on a regular basis or sometimes?" He asked softly. For some reason I didn't wanted to answer him so I stayed mute. I faint on a regular basis but sometimes when he showed me the tragic video about my death and when he would beat me so badly that I couldn't walk for days.

"Sshhh… why are you crying? It's fine if you don't want to share" He said, coming closer to my bed. Pulling a chair he sat beside he started patting my back.

"Arrange the plates Smith" He said to the men who entered the room. He was the same person I met earlier and he is the one who can tell me what was going on.

Smith started doing as he was advised and placed two plates on the table and was about to serve the food when.

"Leave it Smith, I will handle the rest" He said and then Smith left the room that makes only two of us here for some reason my heart was beating fast.

I couldn't afford to see the face of this man so I turned sideways from him. I was not avoiding him or maybe I was.

"I know you have a lot of Questions to ask,"He said. I do have lot of Questions to ask.

"But first let's eat" He brought a plate and served for me. I turned to the other side of the bed. I was hungry but I did not have the appetite to eat. So I denied him this was my way of saying no.

"It's fine if you are on diet but now you need to take medicines, so it's better to have something" He spoke gently like I was a kid who needed someone's knowledge to understand things and again I was loving the way he was making me understand.

What is diet? does starving count as diet?

I had nothing to do so I kept looking at the sad colours of the room observing everything my eyes landed on and unconsciously he was doing the same.

I smiled inside. Some weird feelings were boiling inside me and it sure was making me happy for no reason.

I don't think this is the right time to be happy about things he freaking kidnapped me from my own house. No!!! no not mine house, HIS house.

"If you are done battling with yourself then please come and have food" He said with a spark of amusement in his eyes. One thing was sure he was filled with so much life and surrounded with love.

His eyes contained so many emotions which showed how good life he was living while I don't think anybody would ever see that kind of emotions in me. I definitely looked dead from outside.

I got down from the bed and walked barefoot to the table where the food was kept. It was hardly five steps away. When he kept his plate down and rushed to me and lifted me up.

"Do you plan on making me suffer, young lady?" He picked me up and asked me with one of his eyebrows raised. I gave him a questioned look.

"You are roaming without slippers" He said pointing at my feets.

He didn't leave me there he made me sit on the chair handing me my plate. His one look made me forgot how to eat…

Should I be happy? This things feels unreal.

I think my life is preparing me for the worst.