Heart Of Ice

Chapter 9

Samika's POV

I blink my eyes open and all I can see is unfamiliar surroundings. I close my eyes for a few seconds trying to recall what happened. But my head is pounding too much for me to be focusing on thinking right now.

I open my eyes again and look around. I am in someone's bed room and that much I am sure of. But whose, is what I don't know. I try moving but fail and I just lay there on the bed that is a little less comfortable than mine.

The door opens suddenly and a girl probably in her late twenties walks in. She looks familiar but I cannot put my finger on how.

"Oh My God! You are awake" she almost squeals with her hand on her chest and if I am well right now, I would have called her a dramatic ass.

"Give me a minute" she says and walks out of the room again.

One minute later. Still no change of opinion. Dramatic ass.

The door opens a couple more minutes later and this time, I did not expect to see Nyle walk in. That is when it hits me. His face was the last I saw before I fell unconscious.

And the girl earlier was familiar because she is Nyle's sister. I can see a little bit of familiarity.

"Hey. I hope your body is still numb. That's what the doctor has said" Nyle says as he sits on the chair right by my bed.

It is very odd that there is a chair here. Unless Nyle or his sister sat here and watched me sleep. Because that would be super odd.

"You had a panic attack. You also hurt your head. The doctor said your head hit the roof of the car before it hit the airbags. He gave you a few shots of medicine and you slept peacefully through the night" he says and takes my hand in his.

I try pulling it away but my body still feels heavy and numb. I look into Nyle's eyes and I wonder if I am seeing things or if they are real.

I want to ask him why he was there at that moment in the woods. I want to ask him if he saw the wolves like I did because there is no way any human could survive from those two. They are larger than any average wolf.

But before I can say anything else, my eyes feel droopy and they shut down on their own accord again.

I don't know if I dreamt of it again or not, but this time I even heard gunshots being fired. I don't know if it is towards me or someone else.

I faintly remember being lifted up, and the cold leather of the car seat digging into my back. I know this is real because I can somehow sense things. I can only hear whispers now.

The last thing I remember before completely falling into darkness again is my bed that is much more comfortable than Nyle's.

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I blink my eyes open and this time, I notice the familiar walls of my bedroom. I try moving my fingers first and they are not numb anymore. I tried sitting and that was a little bit harder than just moving my fingers.

I glance around and I find my water bottle that has just a little water at the bottom. I drink all of it in one gulp and I still feel thirsty.

I am about to scream but the door opens and Sarah walks in. She seemed relieved as soon as she saw me. Unlike Nyle's sister who decided to be so dramatic about it.

"Do you need anything?" She asks and I nod.

"Hungry" is the only word I could mutter and she nods, taking the empty bottle of water from my hands.

I lay on the bed again and stare at the ceiling. I don't know what happened after I slept at Nyle's house. But I am sure I heard gunshots.

Few minutes later, another maid walks in with my food tray and assembles it before me. I nod at her and Sarah walks in with my water bottle now filled with chilled water.

I don't usually like chicken soup but even that tastes heaven right now. I ate all of it and the yogurt topped with slices of banana.

"Do you know what happened yesterday?" I ask Sarah, chewing a slice of banana.

"I don't know much but Mr. Adams asked you to call him as soon as you woke up. But he is already in his study and will see you in a bit" she says.

If dad is here, it must be pretty serious. So I quickly finish my food and nod at Sarah. She walks out of the room to call my dad.

I look around trying to find my phone but I don't find it. I don't even know if it is here or still in my car. My car! I hope it's okay.

My dad walks in with confidence in every step, and that is how he usually walks in front of people or when at home too. Like he damn well knows what it means. But his eyes hold the expression of worry.

And it warms my heart that he is worried about me. I don't know when was the last time my mom or dad worried about me or over me. Looking at this, it feels normal.

Until I realised that if my dad was involved then the gunshots were real. I only hope there was no violence involved and that was just to scare people off.