Swollen hands

(dedicated to my best friend Priyanka Shetty. wish you all the love in the world. and a happy never ending. God bless. mwah!)
(this story is fictional. only taken random names of frnds. wrote it while being bored to death in the hospital. cheers)

They were on opposite beds in the hospital. She mostly slept due to medicines. And he, he just kept staring at her hands. He couldn’t see her. The green partition had divided them. He knew every curve and movement of her hands.

Two days later. They spoke. He offered her his ipod. ‘Coming back to life’ was playing on the pod. She broke the ice. “So what happened?” she said gesturing to his hand. “Butchers knife fell, lost a lot of blood.” “I’m a chef, by the way” he added after a brief pause. “OKAY! Aren’t you too young to have such an accident!” she exclaimed mockingly. “Aren’t you to old to have an ‘innocent’ over dosage of medicine” he retorted back. “I heard the doctors talking.” He said. She gave him a look and said, “So tell me about your girl.” She paused. “I figured you have one”.
“Yup, Priyanka...” He plainly said. With his stern straight questioning face. She shrugged. “Amit. Tall, chivalrous, rude, young.”
“Really!” he said understandingly. “Coffee date, right now?” She narrowed her eyes, as if skeptical. “Black coffee.”

He called the ward boy. Coffee came. Conversation started. There was pretence in both their eyes. But an undeniable spark. A painfully strong chemistry. They spoke about everything, besides themselves. There were blank moments in the middle where they just kept staring at each other. “You don’t have pretty hands. But they look nice when swollen.” He said with a boyish excitement.
“Huh? Okay.” She said fixing her gaze on his eyes which were on her hands. She just looked at his face. He had the most hurtfully opaque eyes she had seen his lips were chiseled to imperfection. She was jealous of his sense of humor which mixed with his agonizing smile.
“Tell me about her.” She said trying to avoid his manly charm. “Smart, seductive, stupid, Sunshine.” He said looking into her eyes. As if challenging her.
It had just been half an hour. He invited her to sit on the steps outside the hospital room. Then she said, “I would like to tell you why it happened, the real reason why I’m here.” He asked her back, “why? I don’t wish to know. I understand.” He just stared at her while she looked down at her hands. He did not know how long he kept staring at her. Her innocent eyes and flowing hair, mesmerized him. He did not know why in his head her lips seemed ‘sexy’. He never referred to women that way. Her womanly poise enticed him. She suddenly asked, “Its weird you know. I’m in the worst condition possible and you actually asked me for coffee.” And then she laughed without any inhibitions shaking her head. “You are crazy. I feel like kissing you.” His eyes fixed on her face. “Aren’t you very committed, mister!” she laughed some more.
“Not really…” he paused. “I’m engaged.” He waited for her face to get discoloured. “I’m bored of this stupid game. Really.” He said. “Ok listen.” He continued looking at her shocked face. “I lost a lot of blood when the knife fell backwards on my hand, but thanks to all those donors I got it back. I lost my mind when I fought with you, but here in this wretched place I got it back. I almost lost you and I want you, with out any questions or explanations. I want you to be mine.”
“Umm… I… umm… you…” she said trying to gather herself. “Why?”
“Cause you have the most dammed beautiful swollen hands ever. Marry me, sunshine” he said with a strong voice. She cried. He held her hand and let her cry. Between her sobs she said, “Yes Amit”