Her Russian Man

His mother

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Rooh's pov:

It's been two days since Mikhail is unconscious. I thought he will wake up after some time but he didn't so I panicked and call Mr. Haward again. He told me that he himself don't want to be out of there, he want to stay in his unconsciousness to hide from them reality and until he willingly dint want to be conscious then medications also can't help him.

I know it's too tough for Mikhail but he have to do it. He can't stay like this for ever. He have to face the reality and fight the demons inside and out. I'm waiting for him to wake up and no way I'm letting him slide without telling me what's his trauma. I can't give him time and space because it will take more time for him to tell me and it will delay his recovery.

Whenever he wants gain his consciousness he have to tell me his past so we both can work on it and it will be discarded from his mind as soon as possible. I know I don't know the intensity of his childhood trauma because I never had one, I got the best parents in the world would loves me more than anything.

I also called them yesterday again telling them that I'm staying here for few time telling them the situation and they agreed. See I can't get more lucky than I already I'm. I told them not to worry for me when I will be back I will tell them the whole truth from the starting till the end.

I was walking toward Mikhail's room because for past two days it has become my routine to sit beside him and spend my whole day in his room. I have nothing to do in this mansion beside watching T.V. but how can I when he is in this situation so I sit there whole day and tell him my childhood stories and laugh alone at them. I know it sounds crazy I don't even know if he can hear me or not but what more can I do?

I entered inside his room and saw him still laying in the same position. I opened the curtains and bright sunlight entered the room. Today is a very sunny evening and the gloomy weather from few days has gone. I sat beside him and took his cold hand in mine and gazed at his closed eyes. I want to see his baby blue eyes swirling with emotions not this closed ones. I grazed my thumb at his knuckles softly and smile.

"So, where did we end last night?" I asked him knowing he will not reply.

"Yes, so that girl kept irritating me for at least a month in my 10th standard and you know what I did then?" I asked him amusingly like he will show some curiosity but his face was still emotionless I sadly smiled.

"One day I caught her in the corridor and pulled her hairs beating her so that her whole makeup ruined." I said and chuckled at myself remembering that day of my school.

"Such... a wild cat you were." suddenly his hoarse voice came and I stopped chuckling.

My eyes widened and I was shocked that if he really said that or I'm just hallucinating. After someone his eye lids unlatched and his baby blue eyes came in contact with mine. I gasped knowing that he is really awake. I sprang up from my place and went near to his face.

"Are you okay? Do you need water? How are you feeling? Do you know how much you scared me? Don't do that again okay?" I started rambling as always but he slowly raised his hand and kept his finger on my lips.

"Shhh. You are rambling." he told and I shut up immediately.

"Why were you scared?" he asked in his deep and husky voice due to speaking after two days.

"Did you only hear this in all?" I asked him amusingly.

"I heard everything, lyubov. But I want to know why were you scared?" he asked me looking intensely in my eyes.

"Of course I will be scared if you will sleep like a dead polar bear." I said and rolled my eyes.

He laughed and his chest rumbled due to his hoarse voice. I looked at him amusingly because if I will call him handsome right now then it would be an understatement. He looked ethereal more than anything.