Chapter 21 - Hospital bed.

She is dressed in a striped hospital gown and I recall her soft flawless skin. I felt uneasy realizing that it could be marred by such a large scar, all because of me.

“…Is it because you feel guilty?”

“Shut up.” I snap. But I indeed feel guilty.

Ignoring me, she continues, “If you feel guilty, you should treat me a little better. It’s good enough if you don’t throw me out for no good reason.”

I freeze. I recall the day before when I leave her out. My anger was triggered only because of her.

For as long as I can remember, there had been no woman like her who is audacious enough to speak to me like this.

But now, as I look at her, I merely say, “Okay.”

She raises her head in surprise. I didn’t say anything further. I sort out the prescribed medicines that the doctor has given and pour a glass of water for her.

Seemingly, she does not feel that terrible now, and slowly the night falls. Zara felt a little dazed and on the verge of falling asleep. She narrows her eyes at me, “What are you