Myrah's POV
Nick's Chevrolet Camaro was a stylish and cozy vehicle. It was shrewd and timeless, and he cared for it like his own child.
We had been driving for about 30 minutes when we just relaxed, listening to the radio and acting as though we were each in our own worlds.
Although my head had somewhat cooled down, I was still aware of the migraine's buzz in my head.
Whatever drug he gave me had undoubtedly brought me back from the dead, and I would soon need it again since I could feel the weight of my head increasing with each passing minute.
"Myrah, how are you doing?" Nick briefly glanced in my direction before returning his focus to the road and asking me.
"Every minute, my skull grows heavier." Although it's getting stronger, I believe I can manage it.
I'd experienced worse. I was capable of handling this. I was, however, choking on my fear. I was immediately terrified of everything. I had the impression that death was at my door.
I experienced a similar sense of suffocation just moments before my father passed away. That's how I felt just moments before my entire existence fell apart in front of my eyes.
With a worried expression on his face, Nick advised, "We can go back home and let you rest for a while."
The question, "am I going to die, Nick?" I sincerely questioned him as tears filled my eyes.
He seemed to be keeping something from me. Despite being a doctor, I noticed fear in his eyes. His eyes conveyed anxiety and doubt, as if he wasn't sure what would happen to me.
Nick quickly came to a stop at the side of the road and stared at me in complete shock.
"Myrah," what's wrong? When he saw my eyes start to tear up, he questioned, "Where did that even come from?"
"You appear anxious, as if something is about to happen." I groaned and asked, "how do you think it makes the patient feel when the doctor seems to be hiding something?" While pressing my palms to the sides of my pounding head. While holding back my tears, I breathed.
Myrah, worrying is a natural emotion. Nothing major; I'm simply worried about how you're feeling. He explained, and I dropped my hands back to my sides." I was really worried when you contacted me, and I discovered you in a dreadful state.
I felt hot tears sting my eyes, and I covered them with my palms. Every time I cried in front of people, I felt incredibly weak.
I couldn't stop crying once I started; the tears simply kept coming out of my eyes. Even worse, I had no idea what was happening to me.
Nick's hands were on mine as he tried to gently take them out of my eyes, but I was holding on tight.
I massaged my eyes. "Just leave me alone, please." I stumbled.
My hands were in Nick's way, so he forced them out and forced me to gaze into his eyes.
Myrah, I'll never abandon you. He told me firmly while clasping my hands in his, "I promised Val that I was going to take care of you, and that's precisely what I'm going to do.
Nick, I want to avoid hurting you. Please act as if I am not present because you have no idea how irrational I become when I am angry.
"Then vent all of your resentment, rage, and anguish on me. I'll put up with it. Just let go of yourself, Myrah," he pleaded, and despite my irritation, I refrained from shaking his hand. He warmed his hands and cradled my face.
When I looked into his eyes, I saw concern, compassion, and love. I regretted subjecting him to all of my stress. But now that I had someone who cared for me, I was losing control because I was used to facing all of my issues alone.
You'll be OK, Myrah. You're doing fantastic. Breathe deeply and unwind. Settle down. He reassured me, still cupping my face, "I'm right here.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Anything," I said.
"I deserve a hug." I need you to reassure me that everything will be okay and pass soon. He responded in less than two seconds after I pleaded, I need to hear your heartbeat.
Nick gave me a warm hug and encircled me with his arms in a protective manner, as though to reassure me that nothing bad would ever happen to me as long as he was present. I required that, so thanks.
I hugged him closely and sobbed into his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Nick's gentle kisses and running his fingers through my hair put an end to the silent conflict in my head.
He explained things to me that I couldn't understand while I was reliant on his heartbeat to confirm my survival. He was amazing at providing consolation, and I liked it. He was a wonderful buddy and a real gentleman.
We eventually let go of each other, and I noticed that his eyes were a little red, as if he had also been crying. He wiped his eyes when he realized I was watching him and turned away from me.
He grabbed his phone and said, "I'm calling Val," but I was holding his hand.
"You're not, no. I now have you here. Put him to work.
"I'm not taking good care of you," he said.
"Yes, you are, Nick," I reaffirmed.
"I'm not, no. Myrah, you never stop crying. Your ideas are unsettling.
"Yes, Nick, that's how I am. I've been through a lot in my life, and sometimes I get upset thinking about mortality and stuff, but I'm okay.
He put his palm on my forehead and asked, "Does your head still hurt?" I nodded.
What could I do to improve your mood?
He was so gentle and sweet, and it was killing me.
"Amaze me. I'm excited about the surprise. I enjoy surprises.
Will you be alright? I don't want to worsen your mood.
Nick, I am not a child. Perhaps all I need is some fresh air. Could I possibly have the old Nick back? I smiled slightly and asked.
He returned my smile by giving me a forehead kiss. His lips felt gentle and kind against my flesh. I was really enamored with him. If only I could see his thoughts, what would he actually think of me?
This time, Nick began operating the vehicle while holding my hand in his other hand. I was brought back to Caylee and Valentino. His hand was always on Caylee's thigh whenever we were in the same automobile.
Just thinking about them made my heart hurt. I didn't want to be a jerk and separate them, but I also wanted a future with Valentino. I resisted getting divorced.
Let me treat you to something fun. I gave you an extremely potent medication. Simply put, you need to unwind and stop worrying about so much. Nick replied as he pulled into the parking lot of a food court, "You should be OK soon.
"Sure," hopefully, I didn't mess up everything. I genuinely want to enjoy myself with you.
Myrah, you didn't ruin anything. I cherished the fact that you could confide in me and express your feelings. That is what friendship is all about. You may be sure that we will enjoy ourselves to the utmost, he informed me while lightly pinching my cheeks.
Does Valentino ever substitute for you in this manner? I mean, you are looking after me without him.
We've been friends since we were young. We are friends with relatives. He is one of my closest friends and has been really helpful to me throughout my life. He would behave similarly toward me.
Does he divulge all of his secrets to you? I queried. Why was he unaware of the fact that our marriage was arranged?
Naturally, no. He and I each have our own set of secrets that we both keep to ourselves. Sometimes it's for the best. After all, that is how all friends are.
"Who are some of your other friends?" I inquired out of curiosity.
There is a group of friends here, most of whom you wouldn't recognize. Monica, naturally. She is my personal journal, and I love her with all of my heart.