Tiabasi
"Where is Nathan?" is the first thing that leaves my mouth the moment I am able to open my eyes without screaming in pain.
The small stitch on my temple hurt like I had just been in a blood fight with Mike Tyson. I have never had anything hurt so much as this. Or maybe, I have but cannot recall it at the moment.
I still cringe when I recall the almost slow and assured approach of the chair in the air. That chair had come in a perfect arch, which had held me spell bound. I should have shifted a bit or dodged it, but after all the shock and drama, I had been reeling from, the sudden flinging of the chair had taken me by surprise. And for the first time in my life, I had fainted.
