Sunlight hits my closed eyes and I groan in frustration. Who left the curtains open? I want to kill that person right now. I blink a few times to adjust to the brightness of the room and look around myself.
Again, I smell the smell of medicines and get reminded that I am in a hospital room. I look ahead only to find my hand in a tight grip of a person sleeping on my hand, again. Oh God! My palm is all numb!
I snatch my hand angrily from Vikrant and start rubbing my both palms together, despite only having one palm numb to create some friction between them. In two minutes, I feel the blood rushing through the palm again and I feel relieved.
I look at the man in front of me. I had a few questions that I wanted to ask him.
"Vikrant?" I call in a low voice, not really knowing if it is re
