Bearer of the Signs

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5 HOURS AGO...

WASHINGTON, US... APRIL 19, 2015... 04:32:56... CENTRAL TIME_

"What are you doing here, girly?" he asked her as he slumped down next to her.

"Aren't you cold? Do you need something?" asked his sister as she too, sat next to her.

Lily shook her head, "I just wanted to draw the sunrise", she said.

"You know, drawing the sunset is no different from drawing the sunrise," Nori said and his sister slapped him hard on the head.

"Ouch! What, was that for?" he complained as he rubbed his head.

"Of course there's a difference, that's why Lily's up early in the morning to draw the sun rise." Gemi reasoned.

Lily chuckled and looked at her Signs, her eyes twinkled with delight. "Well, usually there is no difference in painting a Sunrise and a Sunset, just as long as they reach halfway, but it is more relaxing to paint a sunrise. Besides," she said and faced the dark horizon again, her smile fell, "I dreamt again."

The Twins immediately understood, they shuffled by her side and looked at her serene face as they awaited the sunrise in peace.

Nurse Wilson can't help but have mixed feelings at the sight before her. After 43 years of serving the same hospital center, she has never met a child like her. Lily Richards, unlike all the other residents of the hospital, was special in more ways than one.

The first time she saw her was twelve years ago, she was barely alive with all the cuts and burns surrounding her body. It hurt her to see a young child at such a stage. A week later the child was still in a coma, going through intensive physical healing. Three months later she woke up. At that time, she was unable to speak, undergoing further more treatment she was able to utter one syllable after five months.

"What's your name, dear?" Dr. Richards would ask her.

"Li...Li...Li..." was all she used to say.

"Li... you mean Lily?" he asked eagerly.

She slowly nodded, like she was unsure if that was her own name. it was found later on, that she had injured her brain, the membrane responsible for her memories was somehow corrupted, it scientifically unexplainable, the mind of a little girl who just mysteriously appeared out of nowhere, was corrupted for an unknown reason.

But it wasn't that fact that made her special. No.

By the time Lily was eight, the hospital bills had tripled, they had no one to contact to inform about her. After sending the news through the media, no one still came for her; the administration was puzzled with what to do about her. Soon, they had no other choice but to decline her; an injured child, with no memory, no mother, no father, no family, and no money. It was just sad. But then, the doctor who took care of Lily, Doctor Oliver Richards, raised his hand during the meeting and said he would pay all the expenses the child would be needing.

Everyone was shocked. Nurse Wilson remembered how Dr. Richards was when he first came in, he was harsh, ruthless, he was tight, and strict. That was how he earned his place as one of the most well-known doctors in the city. He was feared by fellow workers. Most of all: he did not do favors. Not as big as paying for an unknown child's financial problems until she is 18 and fully recovered.

"Why did you do that, Doc?" Nurse Wilson asked him a long time ago.

Dr. Richards froze and the Nurse feared she may have offended him by prying. She was about to take it back when she heard him sigh.