Chapter-3: Here comes the female lead.

"Why?" tears streamed down her face.

"I don't want to die."

The door of her room slammed open as soon as she said that.

"Amira...", someone said in a worried voice, a woman. That sounded like her older sister. She heard her footsteps coming closer.

"What are saying? You just woke up from a coma, idiot."

"Blair." her voice shaky, she lifted her face from the mirror to look at her dear sister.

As soon as she turned around Blair hugged her.

"Thank god, you're okay." she said, relief evident in her voice.

Amira sniffed and playfully said, "Wow, you're hugging me? Did the sun rise from the west today?"

Blair broke the hug and looked at her. Sitting her down on the bed, she cupped her face, "Even being in a coma won't stop you from making jokes, huh?"

Then she wiped Amira's tears and frowned, "You won't die. Why are you crying?"

Amira was hoping she would not ask that. She shared every little information about her life with Blair. But this one might send her to the mental hospital.

So, she just shrugged, "Nothing much. I'm just glad to be back."

Blair didn't pry further. Instead she lifted Amira's top to look at her abdomen, startling her. "Have you healed yet?"

Even though Amira was caught off guard, she didn't stop her.

"Doctor said it'll take a few more days to heal completely"

"This is going to be one nasty scar." Blair grimaced.

She stared at the wound covered in bandages. Even if it left a scar, Amira couldn't care less. Right now her death mattered the most.

Then she felt Blair's hand let go of the hem of her top and move to the back of her head. "Does this hurt?"

She winced a bit as Blair's fingers touched the skin of her scalp. She had forgotten that her head had hit the ground.

"Hmm...", she hummed.

"I'm going to talk to the doctor about your prescription"

Amira just nodded mindlessly. It was great to have an intern doctor for an older sister.

As they were emerged in their conversation, talking about what happened during her absence, Her mother called them for dinner.

"Let's go." Blair held her hand and helped her walk downstairs to the dining room.

Seeing all the foods on the table, she cheered up.

"Wow! Mom, these are all my favorites!"

Emily nodded. "Look at you. You've become so thin." she sighed dramaticaly. "Today you can as much as you want."

She helped Amira sit on a chair and put a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. Her mouth watered at the sight of her favorite dish.

As soon as Blair nodded in approval saying, "It's good for digestion.", she dug in. She was basically inhaling the food.

"You must be starving.", her father chimed in.

She was about to speak but choked on food. A maid poured her a glass of water. "Please slow down, miss Amira." That voice seemed familiar.

She coughed for a while before drinking the water and murmured a 'thanks' to the maid. Then she noticed it- that eye catching red hair.

None of the maids had that hair color- red similar to a rose. She looked at her carefully. That was when it hit her… her eyes widened.

"Oh my god!", she shouted. "Rose?!"

Amira jumped up in excitement and hugged her. Everyone else just smiled at her.

"I missed you." Rose said, hugging her back.

"Me too."

"No, you didn't. You were busy being in a coma." She said jokingly in an accusing tone.

"Oh, sorry, for neglecting you, my queen. I shouldn't have gotten hit." Amira rolled her eyes.

Then they both chuckled.

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