Damson sat in the hospital corridor, lost in thought. He was still trying to process the news about Mia's diagnosis. As he sat there, he heard a soft sobbing sound coming from the person sitting next to him. He turned took, that's when he noticed the girl. She was sitting with her back to him. He bent his head to see if he could see her face, but he couldn't. She looked really familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her. The girl's crying grew louder and Damson felt pity for her. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know if he should. Just as he was about to leave, a nurse called out. "Miss Maria, you can now check on the patient." Damson's eyes widened as he turned around, recognising Maria's name. He couldn't believe he hadn't realized it was her earlier. Maria dragged her feet into the hospital room, her eyes red and puffy from crying. Damson followed her, curious about what was going on. He saw her walk slowly to the bedside of a woman who was hooked up to
Damson shook his head, frowning. He didn't know what had gotten over Sasha and why she was behaving that way. "Sasha, I don't understand you. I don't know why you're saying all these things. I'm not interested in Mia. If I were, I'd have begged to have her back." "I can see your actions, Damson. You say something, but you mean otherwise. Can you explain what happened on the bench then?" Sasha asked, her eyes narrowed. "Mia should be in jail for what she did. She could have killed me.""Why did you tell them to release her? She didn't deserve any mercy. You just had to look away. It's obvious you still have a soft spot for her." Damson knew Sasha was right, he still had a soft spot for Mia, but that didn't mean he wanted to get back together with her. He didn't see himself dating her after what she had done to him. He was still hurt from their break up and the wound was still fresh. "If you were the one, Sasha, I'd do the same." Damson said, softly. "I wouldn't watch them take you
Damson narrowed his eyes as he circled around Dr. Kim, his voice cold. "What is the nature of her sickness? What is wrong with Mia?" He demanded. Dr. Kim shook with fear, his eyes darting around the room. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. Please, I had no choice. I was in huge debt, please…" but Damson cut him off, yelling. "That's not the answer I want to hear." He yelled, his face inches from Dr Kim's. I said, "what is wrong with her?" He repeated, his voice low and deadly. He was furious. Dr. Kim gulped, his eyes wide with fear. "She has cancer, she's a cancer patient. I diagnosed her with cancer." "Good, that's the answer I wanted to hear."Damson said, patting his shoulder. "Next question: Does she really have cancer?" Dr. Kim's face turned white and he started sweating profusely. "P-please…I…"he began to say, but Damson flared up again. "Answer my question!" He shouted, slamming his fist on the table. "If I hear you say please again, I promise you, I will not hesitate to cu
"What!?" Maria whispered. "What do you mean by that? What money is gone? Don't play with me!" "The money is gone, I used it to sort out some important things. I was broke and had no other option." Her sister said, shrugging her shoulders. "That's a joke right? Tell me that's not true. You didn't do that, did you? Tell me you're lying." Maria screamed. Her voice echoed down the hospital corridor. "Bring out the money right now! Tell me you still have the money!" She demanded, tears streaming down her face, but her sister just looked at her, shaking her head, showing she didn't care. "The money is gone, Maria. How many times do you want to repeat myself? You're wasting your time stressing. What we should be talking about right now is when to unplug mum and remove her from life support. She wouldn't be able to live a normal life if she woke up. She's brain dead! So what's the point?" "You're wasting your time if you think she'll ever wake up. Mum is dead and gone! She needs to rest
"I've been sending my mum's hospital bills to my sister's account, which was a big mistake, only to find out she hasn't been paying. She has been spending it on herself." "I worked really hard for the money, I couldn't go to school, borrowed from loan sharks. I'm just like my father, the only difference is that I don't gamble, but I borrow money and run away. Isn't that funny?" Maria said, laughing loudly, her body shaking. Damson watched her, concerned. "I think you've had enough to drink, Maria. He took away her cup, but Maria just laughed and muttered to herself. She was fully drunk." Damson shook his head as he stared at her. "Oops! I'm late for my part time job." She said, gasping and standing abruptly. Damson held her as she stumbled. "I don't think it's a good idea to go anywhere. You have to go home, you're drunk. Let's go home." He held her hand as he paid for their drinks. After a few minutes of trying to get a taxi, Damson finally found one. They got home and Damson la
The next day, Sasha packed her bags and headed home, her mind still racing with thoughts of what could be wrong. She had always spoken to her mum and she had always sounded happy, but last night's phone call had been different. Her mum's voice was low and sounded empty and she could tell something was off. She tried to push the thoughts aside and focus on the excitement of seeing her parents. As she unlocked the gate to the house. She called out. "Mum! Dad! I'm home!" She checked the living room, expecting to see her parents waiting for her, but they weren't there. "We're at the dining table." Her mum called out. Sasha smiled and dropped her bag, running to the dining room to hug her mum, who smiled back at her. "Hey, dad." She said, going over to her dad, kissing him on the cheek. "I've missed you guys so much." "We missed you more, pumpkin." Her dad said, smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. The food on the table looked delicious and her stomach growled with hunger. "The foo
Sasha sat on the floor, crying uncontrollably. "Why did I have to confess my feelings to Damson yesterday?" She lamented. It was as if fate was playing a cruel joke on her. Why was it the same day she confessed her feelings to Damson was when she heard she was getting married to a man old enough to be her father. The thought of it made her cry harder.Damson called her over and over again, but she ignored his calls. She couldn't just bring herself to have a conversation with him at the moment. When Damson realized she wasn't picking, he sent her a text. "Hey, Sasha, you're probably asleep, but if you don't mind, can we meet tomorrow and talk about what happened yesterday? Sleep tight." Sasha read the messages over and over, each time feeling a fresh wave of sadness wash over her. She couldn't meet Damson, not now. She couldn't face him. She switched off her phone, and threw it aside and dragged herself to bed, curling up into a ball and crying herself to sleep. Damson stood in fr
"I don't care how you got my address or what right you think you have to be here, but you need to leave right now, if you don't want problems for yourself!" Sasha said, angrily. Damson shook his head. "I'm not leaving Sasha. I'm here to talk about you, about us. You can talk to me about anything. I'm here for you, don't push me away. I know you're not happy."Sasha laughed loudly, a bitter sound. "Here for me? Who do you think you are? You think we have a connection because I said I liked you? Newsflash Damson, I wasn't thinking straight when I said that." "I was feeling sorry for you, that's all. I don't think I can sate or like someone with no prospect or future. We can never be together." "I only started talking to you out of pity. You have no friends and you have a very sad life. I was just doing you a favor. Don't tell me you've gotten attached" She continued, folding her arms. Damson's face fell, but he refused to believe her words. "That's not true, Sasha. I know you're lyi