"I could do it on my own, agent," I speak , dissatisfied.
"Milady, do not act like this. Your family could say something back with these people looking at you." He reminded me of my family problems; he does not look like he wondered much about the meaning of 'Family Problems' as he speaks a little bit loud with his way of thinking.
The discussion between the agent about the upcoming parties and me is incomplete. I feel skeptical about the vague explanation. However, there must be a reason why it happened. My mind is like a wave; it goes up and down or spreads ideas sideways. 'It is not good for my brain. I told you, Shreya, and the agent thingy adds trouble.'
There is a rational reason why my agent pursued carrying me as I made a step that caused me to be off-balance, and only one man could keep taking me like a bride; it is no other than my newly hired agent. However, however, he did hold me again in his arms while the guard pushed the wheelchair towards us.
I hissed while trying to push his arms away, "Milady, if you keep pushing my arms you will fall and add another injury to your fragile body."
The way my agent said, there is some...exerting influence on me. Not in a good way.
My thin, black right eyebrow lifted towards my hairline; my expression was severe and he should mind it. "We have much to talk about when we arrive at the hospital."
I closed my eyes; I did not want to stare at him or anyone. So tilted my head on his shoulder while he still carried me. t seems I am leaning closer to him.
"Did she fall asleep?" I heard the guard ask or the nurse assigned to the ambulance.
"Maybe, but let me put her down first in the wheelchair." I heard my agent respond.
"I could help you transfer her to the wheelchair. you should not do this alone--"
"Better keep your hands away from her. let me handle it. t the moment,"
Even if my eyes are shut off, I have a heart beating in a rush, feeling even worse than ever in happiness. Why? God, this is crazy to feel. Just why am I being punished?'
After I pretended to fall asleep, I eventually did not notice that I did fall into slumber. instead, I could hear a faint noise as I took my time to open my eyes.
"Is she going to be alright, Doctor?"
"Yes. you look after her; she needed some rest."
I urge myself to open my eyes because the lights are blinding me. I sniffed a strong odor of medicine, and I could rate it as twelve over ten. It was too strong for my nose to handle, making my other senses overcast. There is a throbbing in my head that goBut, that blinking. Probably not the current medicinal smell; it is the hospital that is giving me a headache and the agent who brought me here; it is not like the nurses or ambulance took me here without my permission to go on. Wait, I 'was' sleeping the whole trip. But I allowed my agent to bring me here. 'so, it is fine.'
Once I recovered from the blinding lights that greeted me, I slid myself backward, going to the headboard, "Why are you still here?" I asked directly at my agent, who was closing the doors after the doctor and the nurse went out of my room.
Every part of my body begged me to relax since I could feel my cells did not need the stress. I gently settled the back of my head on the headboard as I fixed my hands on the pillow on my spine for support. Rright now, here in my hospital room, I could see my agent as a rival and there is nothing I could do to stop it, that juncture of needing an extra hand. Why rival? Because I signed a contract for him to help me, not him helping me. Get it? It isinconvenient.
"Milady, you are not supposed to yell at me or throw questions. You need rest. The doctor told me and I am telling you now." My agent frowned as he spoke.
"And I cannot just leave you alone here. Bbesides, you must be thirsty, Milady." He added before coughing due to the air conditioner and coldness. He then grabbed a water bottle before placing his two fingers, twisting it to open. next, he took another step to make our distance closer, then used his available hand to grip my wrist tend Take
I watched him pass the water bottle to me. I please took a short chug of liquid to freshen up my dry throat. The water tastes different. I had drunk a lot of water, but there was something off about the one I was drinking—and I drank water at the mansion—but I find it a strange taste in the water.
"Where did you get this water?" With my curiosity, I asked since it tasted weird.
"Milady, I inserted the extra coins I got in the vending machine. Then, I pick filtered water for you."
I instantly spit out the rest of the water still flowing on my tongue; I consumed half of it. I 'was' planning to take another sip, but it is not too late to put it on the side. My hands were trembling while gripping the bottle. In few times of my life I experienced such an unusual scene.
Upon seeing my agent trying to look innocent, he must have thought that I would not be reacting poorly to it; I used my eyes to sincerely send him a sight of what a female beast looks like inside the hospital, unbelievable, filtered water.
"It does not taste that bad, Milady. You are just being sensitive."
I searched for an object near me in the table to throw at my agent. And I realize the bottled water just need to be covered up by its cap then it could be useful for me. So, I did it-- smacking him with the bottle before throwing it to him.