You are mine only (Sequel)

11. Cufflinks

Early in the morning, Leena Kaushik was sound asleep in the bedroom when she suddenly heard commotion and voices. She quickly woke up and rushed out of the room, heading towards the patient's room. Ward boys were in the process of moving the person out of the room. Leena wiped her face and approached the nurse, who was alone inside the room, turning off the oxygen knob.

"Hello, sister," Leena hesitated, stepping forward. The nurse turned back and looked at her.

"Madam, you're here to take care of the patient, not to sleep soundly. His condition was deteriorating, and you were sleeping without any concern. If I hadn't come in time to check his temperature, I wouldn't have known about his condition. Please be attentive and take care. He is fighting between life and death," the nurse scolded, her irritation and anger evident.

Leena narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "He's not my responsibility, nurse. I helped that stranger out of goodwill, and now I'm stuck here without any connection to him. And you're scolding me?" she argued.

"Look, madam, we don't have personal relationships with our patients either. But it's our duty to treat and care for them. Regardless of whether you're a doctor or nurse, you should help someone in need. It saddens me that you need a personal connection to offer assistance," the nurse replied firmly, her words laced with courage. She then left the room, exuding an air of arrogance.

Leena sighed helplessly, shaking her head. She wasn't tired or panicked; she was taken aback by the nurse's words. Her phone rang, and she picked it up.

"Hello, Dad."

"How are you?"

"Dad, please ask someone to bring me a few things from home."

"Okay, dear. Send me the list of what you need."

Three hours later, Leena, having taken a bath, sat on the couch, engrossed in her phone. Suddenly, the nurses wheeled a stretcher into the room, transferring the patient onto the bed. Leena stood up, observing the doctors and nurses as they tended to him. Once they connected the machines and left the room, the nurse approached Leena, extending a package to her.

"The patient had these items on him. His clothes were torn, so the doctor sealed them in a bag and stored them in the locker for investigation. Keep these valuable items with you and assist the police if necessary," the nurse informed her.

Leena nodded and took the bag from the nurse's hand.

"Will the patient wake up soon?" she inquired.

"He's currently in a coma. We still have three more surgeries to perform. You'll need to stay here for at least a week. We hope he regains consciousness as soon as possible," the nurse explained before leaving the room.

Leena couldn't fathom why the nurse was discussing the stranger with her. She glanced at the bag in her hand and pondered for a moment. She walked into her room, placing the bag inside her own bag, and then exited the room. Gazing at the man lying unconscious on the bed, connected to various machines, Leena slowly approached and glanced at his face.

His injured face appeared pale and weary, but she sensed that he must have been good-looking. Leena sighed and turned away, not wanting to dwell on his injuries out of fear and panic. She walked back to her room and lay down on the bed.

The patient had already undergone two surgeries, with three more yet to come, but he remained in a coma, unable to awaken. It was evident that his injuries were severe. As Leena observed his body, it seemed clear that he was young and healthy. How did he end up in the sea? What had happened to him? Did he attempt suicide or was he thrown into the water by someone else? Leena's curiosity suddenly intensified, and she sat on the bed, lost in thought.

Her gaze shifted towards her bag. The precious belongings of the patient—what could they be? She abruptly stood up, retrieved the package given to her by the nurse, and sat on the bed, clutching the parcel. She carefully broke the seal and emptied the contents onto the bed.

As Leena looked at the wristwatch in a daze, she realized it wasn't an ordinary timepiece.

The silver-grey watch bore the label of the world's most expensive watch brand. Her eyes widened in shock. She then examined the cufflinks, gently running her fingers over them. They were made of gold.

Gold cufflinks?

Leena furrowed her brow in surprise. The man must have been incredibly wealthy to possess such luxurious items. She tried to read the letters engraved on the cufflinks.

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