***

Like every other morning, Zainab woke up to the brightness of the day. She stretched like a lazy cat, walking to the balcony. She loved watching the compound, every morning from the balcony. It gives her a good sight of the environment.

"What a beautiful day?" She stretched again and then turned to the left side of the building. She saw a tiny white cat walking by the side the window, looking as if it was scared to fall.

"Hey! Kitty! Hey you!" She called it.

The cat stared at the floor which was far. Meanwhile, Khalid on his way from his morning jugging when he caught her climbing the balcony. Zainab was still in her pink pyjamas on her body. She walked towards the window and called the cat.

Come here kitty! Lovely cat, come here! She called on it as she managed to squeeze herself to stand.

Khalid glared closer. Is this girl mad or something? What is she doing there? He questioned himself as he watched.

Zainab managed to squeeze herself. She bent over slightly and carried the cat. In the process of standing up, she slipped and fell on Khalid. He his hard on the filed floor while Zainab laid helplessly on him, with the cat in between.

Looking at Khalid, Zainab noticed that he wasn't moving. He'd passed out. She let loose of the cat and faced Khalid.

"Wake up please! Are you alright? Hope I haven't killed someone?" She panicked, shaking his body

"Khalid! Please get up..." She watched his weak body on the floor.
"Khalid. Are you really dead?"

He slowly opened his eyes to her voice. "No, I'm not dead."

Zainab let out a sigh of relief and helped him up. "What were you doing up there? Don't you know it's dangerous?"

"Well, thank you." She smile as the cat crawled on her body.

"Take care of yourself first instead of looking out for that cat!" He scolded.

"Did you see? We saved the cat." She smiled at him.

For some silly reasons, Zainab felt excited for saving the cat.

"How else would I have known to run over and stop your fall? Why did you throw yourself down like that? You're an idiot! You should be more careful if you're so clumsy!" He hissed and stand up.

"Who are you calling clumsy? I'm super graceful!"

"Yeah, sure you were. Here, get up!" He stchtched his hand towards her as she leaned on it to get up.

"Awwww! My arm!" He cried.

"Oh no! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Zainab panicked.

In the process of checking it, their eyes met. Khalid stared at Zainab's beautiful dark eyes. Everything about her looked so different. He couldn't believe she was the same girl he'd hated with so much passion a week before.

"Ow!" He grabbed his left arm in so much pain, not wanting to be mesmerized by her beauty. "Let's get inside."

***

Minutes Later...

Checking herself, Zainab noticed that her knee and elbow is bruised. She tried to wash it off but it was painful.

Walking out of the room, Khalid grabbed her and and gently twisted it back. He saw her bruised knee and elbow and took her into his room.

"I'm okay." Zainab tried to cover up but Khalid paid deaf ears.
He brought out the first aid kit and opened it.

"I think we should go to the hospital to get your arm treated though." Zainab suggested but Khalid dragged her to sit, staring at her awkwardly.

He looked so funny that Zainab blushed.

"You talk too much you know. I don't know maybe you were a parrot before the accident but please, just sit still. I'm noisy as it is because I didn't get any sleep last night." Zainab retorted, still smiling then suddenly she let out a sharp cry.

"Aw! That hurts!"

"Yes it will hurt!" Her looked at her sternly. "You took quite a fall, afterall." He cleaned her would as she stared at him, noticing something different in Khalid

"What's it? Why are you staring at me like this?!"

"You know what, don't change all of a sudden Khalid because I heard that people that change die drastically." He just walked away without uttering a word.

"Why didn't he say anything back?" Zainab wondered, blushing at herself alone in the room.

She couldn't understand how it all happened but, she's sure about something. Khalid had definitely changed.

***

1:57 P.M.

At Doctor Zayn's Apartment...

"Here we go." He serves her lunch. Jollof rice and chicken.

"Wow! You cooked this? She asked, surprised.

"Yes, I know it's not perfect but you should just manage it." She muttered jokingly.

"Come on, It's perfect. It's nice!" Humaira replied him. But seriously. You didn't have to stress yourself by preparing this for me.

"Well, I did."

"You know, I could just take a snack or something. I would have saved you the stress."

"Sure, you would have but you're my patient... And I promise to take care of you."

He started at her lovingly, making Humaira blush.
"Do you treat all your patients this way or?..."

"Look, Humaira. I promised to take away all your worries and sorrows, the best I can so I'm trying. So, all you have to do is to tell me, if it's working."

Humaira couldn't stop herself from laughing. He sounded so funny and once in a long time, she felt free with someone.

"Well, doctor Zayn. It's already working." She replied him as he went to bring a carton of chilled hollandia juice for her.

"Wow! So you cook?"

"Yes." He replied.

That's rare... Who thought you how to cook?"

So, they started chatting, talking about themselves and knowing each other better.

It was a lovely time for the both of them. After lunch, they watched a movie before Humaira decided to go. Doctor Zayn begged her to stay but she wasn't comfortable with the idea. Sleeping in a bachelor's house when they aren't yet married. Well, she wasn't hoping to marry him...

"Good bye doctor! It's getting late!!" She grabbed her hand bag and walked out.

The doctor accompanied her outside too. He planned to pay her a visit the following day.