"You have some nerve falling sick like this." Ian reprimanded him and glowered over the man who was drinking soup slowly. From his actions, it seemed he did not care about anything in the world and Ian's annoyance increased all the more.
"Do you hear me? I am talking to you." He poked at the man's biceps and Noah just glanced at him before he returned his soup.
"You are un-fucking-believable." Ian gnashed his teeth and plopped heavily on the chair before the bed.
Ian had reached the hospital even before the sun had risen. His concern for his friend had rendered him sleepless and anxious. But to his dismay, his friend in question gave no regard to his question and ignored him as if he was air.
"Don't you dare fall sick again and even if you do, don't come to me. I will not treat you." He threatened and finally, his words worked.
