Chapter Three: The Runaway Family Members

Norella sat close to her father in the emergency ward in a hospital, her father had an accident on their way to his friend's house, he just kept thinking about what happened between him and his wife as he drove with the first twin, Norella in his Morgan. He had several severe deep cuts and bruises all over his body while Norella did not had any, not even a minor one..... He saved his daughter because she is all he has now... Not even his wife and the second twin Lorella.

He laid there, on the hospital stinky bed like a dead man with bandages all over his body, from head to toe. No, plaster is the right word but a bandage was tied around his head like a sport head band.

Norella do not like this place, she hates hospitals. She never thought of coming back to a hospital after what happened two Christmases ago, her and her twin sister spent their Christmas Eve and New year at the hospital after ingesting poison by food poisoning. No..... Her whole nuclear family, but it was just her sister and she that ate the poisoned food from a restaurant. Ever since, she had sworn never to buy food from a restaurant, but today, she did, she had to, she had no choice. She had her breakfast from a restaurant down the street, not too far from the hospital, her father and their belongings.

But now, she sat down there like a lost sheep, frightened and confused, but she can not do anything.... Al she could do was to sit close and beside her father and watch him get back to hale or to die slowly. She received a call from her mom that morning.... Her sweet mother called because she cared about her... Probably just her and her twin sister and not their father, her husband. "Nor I hope all is well with you" her mother was sounding worried from the other end of the phone, she could her her sweet mother crying, Norella figured her mother crying like an abandoned child. " I love you Nor, I swear, how are you?" She whispered " I hope you are fine, where the hell are you?" She exhaled loudly, then continued " Where have that son of a bitch taken you to?" "My dear don't get hurt, please be strong for me". Those were the words of her mother when she called but she hates that word...SON OF A BITCH, which wife would call her husband that? That was not a question,it was clearly an insult, isn't it?

Her father coughed heavily "Hey daddy, are you alright?" She heard herself ask, she did not want a reply, it was a reassuring question if that exists. Just as if he were reading her mind be nodded his head. She looked down at her wrist watch and the time was almost twelve PM, she had to go, to leave her father, she knew it, don't worry she is not running away. She has to go down the street to get lunch for both her father and herself. No, just for herself, but she have no money on her, not even a penny. "Oh God!" She absent mindedly exclaimed. She just do not know what to do..... Wait.....Just just thought....... What if she calls her mom.... Yes, her mother will be glad she called back. "Norella, I think it's about time you had your lunch darling, just go" he paused to scan the room to to look at her "I will be fine" another pause, but this time he coughed more louder and deeper "go girl, go get something to eat, okay?" "Please go". He turned to face her for a reply or an action. She did not even move instead, she sat down there staring down at him and not even blinking for once, creepy right? It hurts her father that anytime he looks at his girls especially Norella, they took after their mother. "Go sweetie"

Without thinking twice, she stood up and bent down to pick her phone. Five minutes later, she was out of the room, down the stairs and out of the hospital. She dialed her mum and another five minutes later..... Boom, she received an alert from the bank "Thank God". Her mom sent her some money. She reached for her credit card inside her pocket and off she went to cash the money from the bank.

An hour later..... She is once again sitting beside her father's sick bed in the hospital room feeling tired and bored.

She needs to wash herself, she have not had her bath since last night and now it is almost two PM. She has to rush down to the hospital toilet, she needs to brush, use the toilet and take her bath, nature is calling. She quickly rushed to her bag, carried her towel and toiletries and down the stairs she went, to clean up and put some clean clothes on. "We thank God for life" she said as she slides down the stairs.