Fate's Identity

Chapter 84

"What's the patient's name and cause?" the doctor asks.

"Patricia Hernandez," the nurse answers as they stroll my mom into the emergency room. "Thirty-two years old. She had a heart attack."

"And who are they?" the doctor gestures his head to me, my dad, and my brother, who followed behind them.

"Her family," the nurse says. The other nurses open up the doors, and they took her inside the room. I hold onto the edge of the mattress before the nurses rip my hands off. "I'm sorry, little girl, but you are not allowed to enter."

They shut the door in front of me, and my dad picks me up in his arms. "Daddy, is mommy going to be okay?" My little delicate voice asks as tears continue to stream down my cheeks.

"Of course," he answers. "She will be back tomorrow." He kisses my forehead and sits the three of us down in the bench.

We waited and waited for hours. I fell asleep for a little until the doctor came out. My dad stands up, and Brandon and I follow him. We listen in. The doctor said something about her heart giving out which made my dad extremely angry. He smacks the clipboard from the doctor's hands, and the next thing I knew, we were forced out of the hospital.

"Allyson?!" Dr. Spears says. I jump a little and widen my eyes. "Did you hear me?"

I nod my head. She rests her locked fingers on her table. "Your health is slowly declining," she says. "What's going on? You were fine a week ago."

"A friend of mine just died shortly," I answer. "And I've been trying to do the best I can to grieve."

"I understand. Death is death, but you have to take care of yourself too," she says. "If you don't, then you're life span is going to be shorter than it already is."

"You didn't tell Selena or my sisters of this right?" I question.

"No, and I wonder why you're keeping it a secret," she says.

"I don't want them to worry about me," I said. "And this can be healed, and once it's heal, it will be like it never happened."

She nods her head. "Okay, well, my tip for you to get better is to not stress out and avoid anyone or anything that causes you to have a meltdown of any sort. Whether if it's a mental or an emotional meltdown. If it accidentally happens, call me right away," she explains.

I nod my head. "Don't worry. I will," I assure her. "And if there's a guy named Liam, please don't tell him anything about my condition. I don't want him to stress too."

She sighs heavily. "Ally, you can't keep this to yourself forever," she says. "You have a weak heart, and you should tell your family. It's not right for them to not know."

"Well, as far as I recall, they tried to keep this away from me," I said. "Just please, I need time."

"Better make it quick because you don't have much time," she says.

I crease my brows. "What? But you said that this can be—"

"Healed," she finishes. "Yes. It can. But that was before you health reached a certain point. You can make it last longer if you avoid things that causes you stress. Please think about it."

I nod my head. I pick up my purse and slip it on my shoulder. I exit the office and walk to my car. I turn on the engine and back out of the lane.

I drove to the church, where Sheila's funeral was held. Only a few people showed up. There was only three relative of Sheila's that showed up and the rests were my guests. I take a seat next to Camila, and the priest speaks about Sheila and all the things she had accomplished. I look around, hoping to see Liam here, but his presence was absent.