Thank you so much for the overwhelming response for Part 1. I'm afraid you mightn't find this part so funny, but I promise fun will be returned from the next part. In the meantime, read and reveiw:
Chapter 2
So here I am, five days after the stupendous failing of all my plans, walking along the corridors of the hospital, and not knowing what to do. I could've continued with those plans… but then I figured, alphabets are only from A to Z, and there is no way that I could get that girl.
Oh yes, speaking of which, these days have been hell. The whole hospital seems to think I'm some sort of a lovesick man, obsessed with another guy… oh I mean, excluding Dr. Hard-To-Get, she just thinks I'm completely psycho.
And will you look at that, speak of the devil and she's here. Walking right at me, looking oh-so confident. Maybe I should ask her plainly this time…
Well diary, wish me luck. Here goes nothing…
"Dr. Gupta." I should not have been so formal, but no worries, she stops and turns to look at me expectantly, if not wearily.
"Err—" Gosh, what is that black goo on her eyelashes; it is so thick that it looks ridiculously fake. Is that what is called mascara? My mother once tried to use --- but that's a story for later.
Anyhow, coming to the present, I see her looking at me still.. oh right, I haven't talked yet.
"So, Dr.—er… Riddhima, I was wondering if you would---"
I stop suddenly, seeing that she randomly squeals out loudly and reaches over to the reception table, exclaiming, "Oooh, the test results are back!" It was all well and good, but in the process she slaps with me the tremendously huge stone adorned on her finger.
Bloody &@#! It hurts! "Riddhima, just because you don't want to go out with me doesn't mean that you have to slap with that useless contraption of yours. I will have you know that I do not take lightly to girls slapping me!" Great, why did I have to say that for? Not only was that particularly … not straight, but I just revealed my plan to her. Great!
She stares at me wide-eyed, "I didn't mean to strike you. It's just—"
"Oh yes you did!" I ceaselessly moronically reply, "You are trying to make it look like an accident, but it was really your maliciousness which made you do it on purpose." What am I saying? It doesn't make sense, even to me…
I look at her, she looks angry. Uh-oh, not a good sign. "Malicious, you think I'm malicious? I told you that I'm sorry, I didn't mean to strike you." She starts shouting, "Why would you not believe it was an accident?"
"Because it wasn't" I scream back, which was not the intelligent thing to do, "You hit me out of malice, and you know it." Gee, why can't I just let it go?
"That was an accident," she screams hoarsely, "This—" she strikes me again with the ring, "is malicious."
So I'm stuck here in the middle of the corridor with a dozen people laughing at me. Can my day get any better?
Apparently it could, because I saw Atul… Dr. Atul coming towards me hurriedly. A torch went over my head.
No that did not sound right, I mean a lightbulb went on in my head. This was the chance to clear all misunderstandings. He comes towards me hurriedly and asks, "Armaan, I was wondering if you've—"
"Look, Atul," I interrupt him smartly, "I don't like you. I mean, all these rumors about me falling in love with you is just a rumor. You're my friend, I don't like you more than a friend. Oh, and I don't swing that way, I'm totally into girls man… You don't need to worry about all these rumors affecting our friendship, I am never going to ask you out or anything. You're my friend, that's it."
I suddenly stop and see him looking towards me with a disturbed expression. And so do, I notice, everyone passing by. He clears his throat slightly, "I wanted to ask if you've seen the vasectomy patient's surgical consult?"
Shiite. I'm done for. He seems deeply disturbed at my confession but ventures, "And for the record, I had no er—idea about your feelings. But it's good to know you're … straight."
That makes me sound so not straight that I can go drown myself in the nearby swimming pool.
Who am I kidding? That swimming patient is only six feet deep… and despite entertaining thoughts of suicide, I don't really want to die.
After all, I'm just an attractive, single, heterosexual male who has been rejected by a girl and a guy. Can life get any better?
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