|Innaya|
"What are you doing?" Arjun's voice snapped me out of my guilty haze. He had a bowl and cloth in his one hand, and in the other one, he held a bottle that seemed to contain orange juice. "Keep pillows underneath his legs and open his shirt," he ordered wetting the cloth in what I assumed was cold water.
I got up and did as he told. My hands shook a little as I worked my way on the buttons of Eshan's white shirt. According to the way Arjun was taking things normally, the painful realization of it not being alarming for him dawned on me.
Eshan had passed out in the past too.
Eshan had fainted in the past too.
Eshan had suffered as much as I had. Perhaps, that was a wrong statement. He had suffered a lot, a lot more than I had.
Eshan had been suffering all along.
