Page 30 of Born in Grief

Amay: Explain this to me like I’m an idiot, okay? Why is this bad news?

Ishaan: You are an idiot.

Amay: Thanks Desi Einstein, but you didn’t answer my question.

Ishaan: Vir, don’t doctors normally have abnormally large IQs?

Amay: Can you just answer the question?

Virat: By squashing the warrant, all they’ve done is plant a giant red flag on the whole investigation. Would have been smarter to hide whatever they had to hide and let the warrant be executed.

Amay: Got it.

Ishaan: I mean we trust you with our lives. You have to be the smart ones. And I KNOW you weren’t a donation candidate.

Virat: Ish, shut up.

Amay: So, they just shone a giant spotlight on whatever that asshole had going on…

Ishaan: Dude, if I ever get sick, don’t take me to his hospital…

Virat: But we have to. Nobody else is going to be able to stitch your mouth closed.

Amay snorted, a grin cutting through his mood. He tapped out a quick response.

Amay: It’s still a temporary reprieve. For Dhrithi.

Ishaan: Aah yes, Dhrithi. Does she still eat candy like food?

Virat: Ish, shut up. How is she doing? Holding up okay?

Amay: I’m glad you guys asked. I have a favour to ask. Of you, Ishaan.

Ishaan: I didn’t ask. Virat asked. You ask him your favour. I am shutting up.

Amay: Can you shut up and be here, at the hospital, by about three in the afternoon tomorrow?

Ishaan: Why?

Amay: Can you?

Ishaan: Yes. But do I want to?

Amay: Probably not. Will you anyway?

Ishaan: Fine. Yes. Whatever.

Virat: Articulate as always. I’ll see you guys in a couple of days. In the meantime, I’ll be tracking the ‘Varun’ situation. You guys take care.

Amay: See you.

Ishaan: Whatever.

Amay slipped his phone into his pocket, shut his laptop down and stood. He packed up for the night, shoving the extra stuff he’d picked up earlier into his bag. He really shouldn’t be doing what he was planning to. And yet, he took the elevator to the fourth floor and walked to her suite. He took a deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping in.

Dhrithi’s eyes immediately snapped to him. “Amay?” she asked confused.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his bag on the attender’s bed. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

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