Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

"Meera," Mithila said, "I think it is time we should go to the security officer."
"Are you serious?" Meera said, "I killed a man Mithila. The security officer are just going to lock me away."
"You don't know if you killed him Meera," Mithila said, "You only know that he is dead. Maybe it was someone else who..."
"It was me," Meera said calmly, "I know it was me."
"Even if you did kill him, you did that out of grave provocation Meera," Mithila argued, "He bangd you!"
"bang?" Meera scoffed, "I begged him to fuck me, did you miss that part?"
"You were drugged Meera!" Mithila said, "I have proof that there was heroin in your blood in high doses!"
"You have proof that there were high doses of drugs I my blood," Meera said with a tear rolling down her cheek, "Do you have proof that I did not inject it myself? They'll just prove that I am a junkie whore who murdered a man brutally for a hit..."
"Meera..I..." Mithila stopped mid sentence not knowing what to say...
"I've lost Kabir Mithila," Meera said, "Now I can't afford to lose my freedom..."
Mithila hugged Meera and rubbed her back. "Okay Meera, if you don't want to go to the security officer...I'm changing your room right now, you cannot stay one more minute in this room. You are not safe here. And tomorrow, I am shifting you to another hospital with a different name." Mithila said with determination.
"Can I have a smoke?" Meera requested.
"This is a hospital Meera!" Mithila said sternly.
"Please..." Meera requested.
Mithila stared at her for a minute and then her expression softened. She reached into her purse and took out a cigarette and gave it to Meera and held a lighter for her. Meera lit the cigarette and took a puff.
"Why are you doing this, Mithila?" Meera asked.
"Doing what?" Mithila asked.
"You know what you are doing," Meera said taking another puff, "You are going far out of your way to help me."
"I just care about you girl," Mithila said holding Meera's face in her palms.
"As far as I know," Meera said, "Doctors don't babysit patients. You are not just doing your job. The way you are handling this is way too personal."
"Meera!" Mithila said looking into her eyes, "You aren't just a patient for me. You didn't just walk into my clinic one fine evening and walk out with a prescription. I found you lying on the road, drugged and wounded, with no idea of who you were!"
"You are risking way too much Mithila," Meera said, "It is hard to believe it is just out of sympathy. You know I killed somebody, and you are still not turning me in. Knowing that keeping quiet about a crime as serious as murder also makes you culpable, you are still helping me. You've been spending way too much time with me, smuggling me out of a hospital, driving me around to crime scenes, and now you are trying to protect me from people who perhaps want me dead. Do you even realize how dangerous this could be for you? You are an intelligent woman and you know what's at stake, and you are doing it anyway, for someone you know for how long? 3 days?! Why?"
"Meera...I..." Mithila stopped mid-sentence. She suddenly became tearful.
Meera noticed the sudden change in Mithila's expression. Meera held Mithila's face in her palms and asked, "What happened Mithila?"