"Come"
"Why are you walking so slow?"
"We have already reached the hospital. Or do you want me to carry you on my tiny shoulder?"
"If you want I can but it sure is going to give me hell of pain." she kept on pulling my hands with a smile but the guilt kept on eating me from inside. My insides kept on asking what am I even doing? How did I end up coming to this place? How did I make her behave like this even though it is not what she truly likes?
"James?"
"What are you thinking again?"
"Ah nothing", I denied and followed her inside. My heart is beating so loud. I can even hear my own freaking heart beat but when I look at her, she looks calm as wind but I'm not sure if she can change her way of feelings.
"Here, we have reached", she said standing in front of the doctor's cabin.
"Shall we go inside?" she said. She was holding my hand. I'm sure she is aware how sweaty my palm is but she is still not stopping.
