My mother's hands were shaking as she fumbled with her cell phone. Her fingers dancing between two numbers- the police and my father's. She took a breath in and pressed the call button. Silence. "HELLO?" someone on the other line spoke. "HI. I WILL BE GONE FOR SOME DAYS. I HOPE YOU GET OUT OF THE HOSPITAL SOON. SORRY." she pressed her fingertip to the screen, ending the call.
Cancer Clinic. I was standing outside tapping my feet to the ground, impatiently. The line cleared and soon I was next.
"WAS SHE A PATIENT HERE?" I barely managed to say showing the receptionist the photo flashing on my mobile screen. "SORRY MA'AM, WE CANNOT SHARE PATIENT INFORMATION." came the reply. "I...I WANT TO FUND HER...HER TREATMENT" I blurted, words suddenly disappearing from my mind. "OH...IN THAT CASE..." the receptionist began.
The sister was just locking her door when my mother stopped her. "HAVE YOU SEEN HER? MY DAUGHTER?" my mother's concern dripping from her voice. "I THINK I SAW HER COMING OUT OF THE NEXT FLAT" the sister replied in utter disinterest as she left towards the lift. My mother slowly pushed open the door to the neighboring flat.
"SHE WAS A PATIENT HERE, YES, BUT A FEW DAYS AGO, HER PARENTS REMOVED HER FROM OUR PROGRAM."
"WHEN ?"
"THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY....AT AROUND...UH....6 IN THE EVENING."
"DO YOU HAPPEN TO HAVE THE ADDRESS OF THE PATIENT? "
"MA'AM...YOU COULD FUND ANOTHER PATIENT, IF YOU..."
"DO YOU HAVE HER ADDRESS?"
"NO MA'AM."
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Striking Blue
Mystery / ThrillerNot only a story of a girl fighting through her reality but also a realization that most of us, if not all, would go through heaven and hell...for mystery, for solutions...and most importantly for the ones that we love. She lost her best friend to a...
