Chapter 35
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He was really tired. He didn't know why, but he really was. He could now feel, that there was an air mask assisting him in breathing. On his left hand, he could feel something pricking his skin and going deep down in his veins. He concentrated on moving that part, because that part was the most responsive and painful for him. Maybe, if he could gather enough of his strength, he could move.
Karamji was silent right now, or maybe he couldn't hear anything anymore. It felt as if he was holding the Mt. Olympus from his body, such was the heaviness on him.
He tried to take in a deep breath, and felt the mask contract on his lips. Maybe he could voice out something, or maybe the burn in his eyes would dissipate and he could open them. He tried, as if everything depended on it. He just couldn't be like this anymore. Being this immobile disgusted him to no ends possible.
Besides, how could he be like this when he wanted to see her?
It was frustrating him, where was she?
He blinked, elated, that he finally could, and the first thing is saw was the elderly servants confused face. His eyes were red and his wrinkles seemed more prominent.
"Baba?" He voiced, laced with concern, "Baba! Aap sun sakte hai?" He was rejoicing now.
"Uhhhhnnn" His own voice couldn't form words.
"Aaram se baba... Aap teen din se behosh the. Mai Bade Saheb ko bulaata hu.."