Okay, here is chapter 9 which is dedicated to @vijayalatha :):-*
Pic on the side is of>>>>
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“You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
TEMPLAR P.O.V
There was a low chuckling sound somewhere in the background. I heard sounds of chair being trusted back.
I wanted to open my eyes and look around. I wanted to see who was seated beside me because I knew for sure that I was sleeping. Since I couldn’t open my eyes, I whimpered like a weak little kitten.
There was a sound of some plastic object falling on the ground, followed by, “Templar”
That sweet, familiar voice gave me all the ammo I needed. When my lids fluttered open, my gazes locked with the pacific blue ones of Everett that I loved so very much.
He grinned as he saw me and I repeatedly opened and closed my eyes to get adjusted to the bright light in the room. My head felt heavy and I tried sitting up.
“Everett” I called.
“Yes?” he asked holding my hand and helping me to sit.
“Where am I?” I asked as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ears and placed a gentle kiss on my temple.
“You are in a clinic baby” he murmured. “How are you feeling?” Rett questioned as I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm.
“My head feels heavy. Like someone hit me with a rod” I replied, placing my palms on either side of my head. My memory was too foggy for me to remember anything. There was a low growl from Rett as soon as he heard me and I turned to face him.
I furrowed my brows as I finally looked at him. He looked tired. Like he hadn’t had rest for days. His hair was messy, his eyes were red because of the strain and he even had light stubble growing.
He was perfectly fine yesterday when he went to GreenRock, what happened now?
“What happened to you?” I asked croakily. The insides of my throat were burning and I had this major urge to scratch them with my nails. Clearing my throat, I once again focused on Rett, who was already handing me a glass of water.
“Drink” he urged, placing the glass near my lip. Still staring at him in confusion, I opened my mouth and took a sip of the water. As I felt it running down my throat, relief washed over me.
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