Jeet was feeling like ten hammers were hitting his head. He has trouble breathing. Sore throat. Lack of strength. Weakness. In that condition as well, he was resisting any medical aid. He was not that unconscious that the teacher could take him to the hospital without letting him know it.
For such a troublesome boy a more troublesome boy was needed. And Veer qualified that.
After fighting with the hostel staff and medical staff for the entire day, Jeet was tired at night. Veer took advantage and made him drink the medicine.
In the morning, Jeet woke up. He moans.
"Good morning, sleepy." Veer greeted him.
Jeet surprisingly gets up.
"Take it, easy man. You are advised to take bed rest."
Jeet coughed.
"Here!" Veer offered him the cough syrup.
Jeet denied.
"What are you doing here?
