This was the wrong fairy tale. We weren't supposed to end like this. Instead of the hero you became the villain." -a.a
His voice comforted me in a very different way, it seemed as if he was singing it for me. The song ended in a good note, but it unfortunately woke up the guy who saved my life, like an angel. My angel.
"Hey, are you okay?" he said, in a very caring manner.
I tried getting up, but I failed miserably. "Hear let me help you." He said, slowly lifting me up, so that I could sit properly.
"Thank you for saving my life. I am much better now. Who are you?" I asked gaining strength from unknown source.
"My name is Michael, Michael Santagato"
Just like the angel Michael, you saved me. Said an inner voice, deep inside.
"My name is...." I began but before I could complete he said, "I know who you are, Amira. Amira woods."
Not only was I surprised he knew my name but I was scared how he knew me. Trying my best to remain normal, I said in the best tune possible, "How do you know me, and where am I?"
"You are safe here, with me." he said getting up. But then I realised he was holding my hand. I looked at my hand and then to him, "You were the one, who never let go of my hand. I tried and then I fell asleep." He said smiling.
"I must have been unconscious." I said letting go of his hand, I turned red in the process. He walked away and put his shirt on and moved towards the door.
"I'll get some food." He said and walked away without waiting for my response. A tried moving but I failed badly.
My body had many burns, and it seemed like I won't be able to move for the next one week. It felt like my skin was still burning, just like my heart is.
A few minutes later, a lady walked in, who was dressed as a nurse. I thought at first it was his house, and he had brought a nurse to heal me, but I was wrong. It was one of those expensive hospitals which gave the comfort of home treatment.
The nurse approached me with a big smile in her face. "How are you feeling now? You have been unconscious for almost two days now. Thank god, your boyfriend admitted you in time. He also suffered from many burns, but you are healing faster than him. Your body is showing better results now." She said laying down a number of bandages and cream.
"I am feeling better, thank you." I said.
Not uttering a single word more. Michael my Boyfriend..? Though I knew it was not true, I had no more energy to say anything else.
"It's time, I need to put some cream over your burns and then I will serve you breakfast. First let me help you get undressed." She said slowly picking up the blanket.
She made me sit properly and helped me get undressed. Though it was a female nurse, I was very embarrassed and was getting red by the second. She slowly started applying the lotion.
The lotion was cold and it felt somewhat better, but it did hurt badly.
Suddenly the door opened, and like my worst nightmare it was the same guy, who everyone think is my boyfriend. Michael.
He was talking to someone on the phone, and entered the room without noticing what was happing. As soon his eyes lay on my naked body, his face turned red as a tomato, as soon turned around. Thank god.
"Oh..Am..uh.. Sorry. I didn't know. I'll wait outside" He said walking outside.
God can't my day get any better. The nurse was done and helped me put a new dress.
"I'll send your breakfast soon." She said as she moved outside the room. As soon as the nurse left, He walked inside. This time being extra conscious.
"Am sorry, I didn't know." He said.
I just nodded as an acknowledgement. For now I had great things to worry about, but my biggest concern was how, I am going to find out the kidnapper if am not even able to walk.
"How did the house catch fire?" I asked looking straight into his dark blue eyes.
"I live near the house, which caught fire. And as I walking I saw you and the detective walk inside the house. I was with my friends outside when I saw the detective walk outside, but you were not there. About half an hour later I saw a guy, who was dressed in black and brown. He was tall and thin, had brown eyes and brown hair. He set the house on fire. I chased him, but he got away. I could only rescue you, everything else was gone." He said as he sat in my bed.
"Did you say tall and thin, brown eyes and brown hair?" I asked him.
"Yes, do you know him?"
"How can I forget him? It had to be him, he did have a motive to do everything"
I said to no one in particular.
"Who is it?"
"Richard."
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