Lila coughed for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. She frowned at the traces of blood on her white handkerchief.
She had no doubt what was happening to her. Unbeknownst to her, each time she coughed out blood, Anaya would feel a slight burn in her chest.
Since the latter was currently conducting a one man surgery on her best friend, she could only ignore the irritation.
Lila walked inside the washroom and looked around. It was evident that the place belonged to a man. from the products to the arrangement of things, it lacked a woman's touch for lack of better words.
However, she didn't need a woman's touch to do what she wanted to do.What she needed was a mirror.
The girl pulled off her vest and looked at her now bra clad chest. She could feel the throbbing pain there. Lifting the piece of clothe, her gaze fell on the tattoo that was directly below her heart.
