ACT - 1 :
Mehreen slowly opened her eyes and to her surprise, she was lying on the ground; safe and also it was not the same place she was attacked. It was the rooftop of the very hospital her husband was admitted to.
"How is that possible? — Oh, shit, the medicines!" the first thought that popped into her head was about the medicines she needed to buy for her husband. But she was unaware that the problem was already taken care of.
"Neosporin and polysporin, right? I took care of them. So, no stress," a familiar voice from behind answered her, relaxing her from the plight. Mehreen's eyes welled up, as she covered her mouth sobbing.
Priest - the man behind the familiar voice, gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Mehreen couldn't hold out any longer and hugged her old man, crying out loud; to relive her piled up emotions. Priest let her cry all out and stood as a supporting pillar for his daughter's emotional moment.
