When I'm With You

Chapter 34

Oh my god.

"Wow" I murmured under my breath.

"Surprise" she shouted walking up to me. She held it out to me.

I was supposed to receive it with my both hands, I raised my hand slightly for it and the pain didn't allow me to even touch that beautiful bouquet.
My hands are not in the state to hold even the petals of flower.

I put my hand down.

Rishma placed the bouquet close to my face and asked, "Do you like it?"

The scent of white rose provided relief from the smell of drugs present inside the room.

"Yes. I like it."

Rishma placed the bouquet on the side table. Sitting on the chair to my right. Swaying her legs like a little child, she told me in an innocent tone, "Seen the scan report. Doctor said everything is normal. You must take medicines properly."

"That's a good thing." Mrs Masson said aloud.

"You have to stay under observation for a few more days. After that we can go home." Rishma gave a mischievous blink.

"Thank God" I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes and looked at Rishma's face. I could not see even a trace of the worry and discomfort that Mrs. Masson spoke about Rishma on her face. Is she back to normal so soon!

I wonder how's that possible.

Mrs. Masson's phone rang. She hurriedly pulled out the phone from her wallet and while reading the name on the screen she said to us, "It's Matthew. I'll be right back."

She got up from the chair and walked out and spoke to Mr. Matthew "Hi love"

Making sure Mrs. Masson walked out, Rishma imitated her, "Hi love."

She told me in a certain tone with a naughty look.
She stopped swaying her legs, jumped down from the chair, walked over to me and asked, "Do you know from where I bought this bouquet?"
She started talking in a way to seduce me.

Is she bipolar?

I frowned and said, "No. Where did you bought it?"

Oh my god why this girl is behaving so different?

"When we went to buy you a pen drive, didn't we buy a bouquet for Mrs. Masson from a grandpa? From that grandpa."

She quickly backed away and sat down on her chair. Again she started to sway her legs and asked me with a raised eyebrow, "Remember?"

"N-N-No. A-A-Actually I remember b-buying the bouquet. But I don't r-re-remember from whom we bought it-t"

Rishma's behavior made me stammer.

"NOOO????"

She shouted louder with her wide open mouth and making wide eyes.

"Don't you remember that old man who looked like Christmas Appoopan?" (Appoopan means Grandpa in Malayalam).

"Christmas Appoopan?" I asked not understanding.

"Haaaa Christmas appoopan l!"

"You mean Santa Claus?" I asked skeptically.

She said softly, "Haa. Santa Claus, also can call him that."

"I don't remember that."

"You don't remember Christmas appoopan?"

She asked in surprise again making her eyes wider.

"No. The man you----"
She jumped out of her chair again. "----Do you have memory loss?"she asked interrupting me, looking at my wounds and face.