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I arrived at Heathrow Airport late evening.


Agatha said that there would be a driver at the gate who would wait for me and take me straight to the hospital where Jennie was admitted.


I did not sleep the whole flight, how could I if all I could think of was to worry?
As soon as I got out of the hospital, I booked my ticket the next day.


I still remember my Dad's face when I told him about Jennie. He did not expect it for sure, he was cornered and I apologize to him about that.


Even though he was opposed to me flying right away, he wasn't able to do anything but take me to the airport. He is the best Dad ever and I couldn't have asked for anybody else.

As I approached the gate, I saw my name already held by the driver.

"Hi." I greeted him.

"Ms. Lisa monobal?" He asked.

"Yes."

He took my luggage and guided me to the black town car in the parking area of the airport. He opened the car door for me and proceeded to the driver's seat.


As I leaned my back in my seat, I closed my eyes and remembered the call I received from jennie's Mom.


"This... This is her Mom. Is this Lisa?"


"Y-Yes." I managed to answer her even with the loud pounding on my chest. Her voice has a hint that she was just crying.
"Jennie is... I-I had to bring her to the hospital, she had trouble breathing and was seizing and when we reached the hospital, she had to be revived multiple times..."

Her sobs became as loud, like she was trying not to but she just couldn't and let it all out.


"Anyway, she's umm, she's in the ICU right now."


There was a long pause before she continued again.


"She told me about you, Lisa. After her Chemotherapy earlier today, even weak, she told me about you. And I could see in her face, despite the weariness, how happy she was with you and wished that you were here with her. And I know, as soon as she wakes up, she will ask for you. Can you fly here as soon as possible?"


It wasn't until I felt the hot liquid on my cheek that I realized I was crying.

God, I know I don't pray much and ask for your guidance, but please, please, save Jennie...


I wiped my tears and looked out the window.


If I were in a different situation, I would be admiring the view outside since it is my first time going out of the country, but all I feel is pain. All I can think of is these prayers and wishes for Jennie to be well so that she could come back to me. So we could be together and happy.


I sighed deeply, so deeply that the driver heard it and had to check in the rearview mirror if I was doing okay

Soon enough, we were pulling over in front of the hospital. I didn't wait for the driver to open the door for me.


"I will bring your luggage to the hotel, Ms. Monobal."

I utter my thanks and head to the lobby of the hospital.

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