“You can go Alim,” he dismissed the young man.
Alim bowed again and left.
Ella sighed off her relief and smiled. “Good morning, Prince Aches!” she curtsied.
“Good morning Miss Ray,” his smile was troubled.
She scanned his appearance; his hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, and his skin– pale. “Are you alright?” she asked feeling guilty about his present predicament.
“Oh! Y-Yes, yes. I’m fine,” he lied, beads of perspiration sprouting out on his forehead.
Taking a deep breath, Ella moistened her lips. “I understand it’s sort of early in the morning, but I want to let you know I couldn’t sleep last night after how rude I acted in the h-hospital.” She paused and lowered her gaze to her fidgeting hands, “–And Ahmed, he's so sad he failed you yesterday.”
“He shouldn't be blaming hi
