No money, no Treatment

At the City Hospital, 

Ariana was washing her hands under the cold water after helping Aiden with the heart transplant surgery. She had been standing on her feet for more than ten hours, and every bone in her body was crying in pain.

Though the work was tiring, it was rewarding as well. Ariana had never seen any doctor being as articulate, calm, and skilled in a surgery room as Aiden. 

Even though they almost lost the patient, Aiden remained calm until the vitals of the patient were back to normal. 

'I hope I will become like him one day,' Ariana thought while looking at her reflection in the mirror. 

"Please, at least look at her!" Ariana had raised her hands in the air and was about to head over to the automatic dryer to dry her hands when she heard a man's pleading voice.

Frowning, she dried her hands before heading in the direction from where the voices were coming from.