Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 3

Did it really mean I wasn't worth believing because I didn't have a mom?

Did that mean I wasn't entitled to care and help?

I wiped my tears, trying to keep it together.

"Fine, Aunt Lila. You don't want to admit my sister? No problem."

"This hospital has to have someone who will. I'm going to find the director and see if he'll take care of this."

Just as I was about to head for the director's office, Aunt Lila panicked.

She signaled two nurses to block me.

She turned to the security office and called them.

"Security, there's a disturbance here. Get these girls out of here now!"

The security guard was there in three minutes.

Aunt Lila waved her hand, and they dragged us—and my sister's stretcher—toward the exit.

I clung to the stretcher, sobbing uncontrollably.

"How dare you throw us out? This is a hospital! Aren't hospitals supposed to save lives?"

"My sister is critically ill, and you won't even look at her?"

"What happened to the ‘angels in white' you all talk about?"

My outburst drew the attention of several other patients and their families.

Two of the nurses looked at me, clearly moved, and spoke to Aunt Lila.

"Nurse Lila, I don't think they're acting. Look at the woman lying there—she hasn't moved at all."

"It seems like she really is unconscious."

"Yeah, her condition really doesn't seem right."

"Maybe we should take another look before jumping to conclusions."

Aunt Lila seemed to waver at their words.

She hesitated, looking at us before slowly moving toward my sister's stretcher.

Just then, her phone rang.

She picked up the phone, "Director Jeb Parker, where are you right now?"

"Your two daughters are causing a scene at our hospital."

My heart sank.

It was Dad calling.

The room went quiet, and Dad's voice carried to everyone's ears.

"They already caused a scene at another hospital."

"Now all my colleagues are calling me to get back. Elsie's blood pressure shot up because of this."

"I need to be with her, so take care of them and get them out of here before Elsie sees them and gets upset."

At hearing those words, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Jeb Parker, are you crazy?"

"My sister is in critical condition! If you're not going to help her, why stop anyone else from doing it? What if she dies here?"

Dad sneered.

"Then let her die. I don't need daughters like you."

The line went dead.

I heard someone gasp in shock.

It was rare to hear a father speak like that.

Aunt Lila walked over with a stern face.

" Saafia Blooms, did you hear that? Don't be mad at your dad and aunt. They've had their struggles too."

But before she could finish, someone screamed.

"Oh my God, so much blood!"

I turned with Aunt Lila to see what was happening.

The spot where my sister was lying was soaked with blood.

The blood had pooled up, dripping from the stretcher.

It was a horrific sight that hit me like a ton of bricks, and I went numb for a second.

Then, without thinking, I rushed over.

"Sis, are you okay? Sis, you can't die."

I screamed at Aunt Lila, "What are you doing standing there? Get a doctor for my sister, now!"

"Go call the OR, get her ready for surgery, now!"

The loud command stunned Lila.

A few seconds later, she tried to stop him.

"Director, don't rush. Is she just pretending?"

"Pretending? Do you think she can fake this?"

Amos looked at her like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Her medical records came through an hour ago."

"The director of the second hospital personally called me."

"Lila, Lila... you're the head nurse, and you let this go on this long?"

"If anything happens to her, you'll be facing a lawsuit."

Hearing that, Lila stumbled back, her face turning pale.

Time was ticking.

My sister was quickly wheeled into surgery, and with the help of a nurse, I took care of the hospital paperwork.

When everything was finally sorted, I sat down outside the OR.

My mind was blank.

There was still blood on my hands as I looked down at the red stains, feeling an overwhelming sense of regret.

Had I made a mistake?

Maybe I should've gone to Dad from the start.

But even if I had, would he have helped my sister?

In the end, more lives would've been lost.

At that thought, tears couldn't stop streaming down my face.

A white handkerchief appeared in front of me, but my face was already smeared with blood.

Lila crouched down, trying to wipe my face clean, but I turned my head away.

She awkwardly pulled her hand back.

" Saafia , I'm sorry. It's my fault Violet's treatment was delayed."