Zyair pov

I was standing beside the bed in the room while she was being treated. This was why I didn’t want to tell her, didn't want her to know. I was scared of something like this happening.

“I thought you said won’t tell her.”

“She needs some rest and it would be best if we leave.” The physician said, I turned to Creamy and touched his shoulders and we left the room. We still have some things to talk about now that I’ve got the strength to. Sometimes I can get extremely weak and couldn’t lift a finger and sometimes I could get myself up and make a few...