She was rushed in by the scared street sweepers. They waved their brooms in the air, yelling for someone to help the victim. She looked lifeless.
The doctors took her and she lost a lot of blood already. They got her in the ICU and slammed the door. The stout women were wailing, and running around the waiting room like something was wrong with them.
"Please sit guys.' The receptionist politely said. The women calmed down and held their mouths. Their legs were trembling with fear, and they were sweating heavily. Then, a nurse came out of the ICU with a form.
"You have to fill this..." She said and the women became calm.
"Wh....what is it?"
"Who are you? Who is the guardian? And who are these women?"
"I am a street sweeper, and these are my colleagues. We don't know the lady, and we only helped her when she was hit by a truck." One of the women said.
"Woah. How sure should we be that you are not the truck that hit her?" Police appeared from behind the nurse and all the women screamed in unison. The other people in the hospital began to feel irritated.
"Oh no! Police please! We'll call her family right now!" One of the women ran towards her handbag which was already stained with blood. She took out her phone and searched all her contacts.
She saw a contact saved as 'LIAM WILLIAM' on her phone and quickly called it.
"Hello. Mr Liam, your wife has been in an accident...!" The woman wailed.
"And why the freaking fudge should i bother my little head about her? And who is the freak that called me? Are you sick? What's wrong with you? Delete that number or you rot in jail, bone brain." Liam hung up and the woman burst out crying. She saw another contact on Mia's phone. It was saved 'BFF." The woman didn't understand the meaning but hastily dialed the number.
"Hello! Who is it?" The woman asked.
"Hello. Reba Olsen speaking, Interested in any modeling?" Reba asked and the woman cried out.
"Mia Salvatore has been in an accident!" Reba gasped and hung up.
"I have called her best friend Reba Olsen. She will be here soon.'
"Please don't waste anytime. We haven't begun any treatment." The nurse went back into the ICU, and Reba rushed into the hospital screaming.
"It has just been drama, drama, drama in this crazy hospital. I will never come here again. Huh!" Ruby threw her hair backwards and crossed her legs. As Reba screamed and cried with the women, Ruby got up and left.
She entered her car, and phoned her BFF Tara Olsen, and Tara was busy with shoots. After an hour, she saw the missed calls.
"Hi Ruby. How was the checkup? Turns out?" She asked as she relaxed in her bedroom. Ruby sighed.
"Turns out its Pregnancy again."
"Talking of Nancy, is she there?"
"You whore! Do i seem to be talking about Nancy?" She threw her pillow.
"You are pregnant. How dare you get pregnant? What's Derrick gonna say?" She asked Ruby who burst into laughter.
"Derrick? Derrick kicked the bucket.' Ruby smiled.
"WHAT?"
"The bucket i had my project in. It got ruined so i got angry and ended things with him." Ruby announced and Tara smirked.
"That's good. Anyway, i met a guy yesterday when i was out. His name is Oliver and he seems like a billionaire. We are friends now, and we have a lot in common." Tara explained and Ruby danced.
"Wow!!! That's amazing! Our new boyfriend!!!"
"Our boyfriend??? Are you crazy?" Tara thundered.
"Yes Tara. Imagine when i wanted to get the remaining results for my other tests, there was drama in the hospital. Your sister Reba was also there."
"REBA??? She came home dejected, then the next thing she was off after a phone call."
"I think her BFF was in an accident, so she came to the hospital, wailing with some street sweepers."
"Ew! I can't believe my sister can stoop that low! You must be lying!"
"Come over to find out"
Soon, Mia was responding to treatment. Her hair was bandaged and she hadn't lost excess blood. Reba was by her side, shedding tears. Becca was all alone at home, wondering what had happened to her mother. Mia slowly opened her eyes as Reba squeezed her hands lovingly.
"Mia...i thought you would die...." She wiped a tear and sniffed.
"Am good, Reba. Weren't you angry?"
"Am angry. But i can't just let you die. You're my best friend." Mia sat up and they hugged. The nurse smiled and placed a tray of drugs near them.
"She will be discharged tomorrow." The nurse said.
"I can believe i lost my job. What the heck am i gonna do to feed Becca?"
"That means Becca would need a daddy then..."
"SHUT UP!" She thundered and Reba glared at her.
"You need rest. Stop yelling." Mia couldn't stand the thought that Becca would ever need a dad. She could be a mother, father, sister and brother with her income.
But what income now?
"Reba, you have to help me."
"I can't help you. You don't have a husband."
'Stop this talk about a shit husband! If you ever mention it, this friendship is over, okay?" Mia warned and Reba sighed.
"Is there any chance at your agency? I can model." Reba burst into hearty laughter.
"You can't even cat-walk. You always said when we were little, that you would never model."
"But now, i think i'll have to."
'Even if you must, not my agency." Reba pouted.
"Okay fine! Am sorry. I know i have made a big mistake with all of you, and disgracing you in Starry, i apologize. But please find me another job." Mia begged.
"We need cleaners at the agency."
"Hush, you stick head!" Mia rolled her eyes and Reba chuckled.
"Fine, i'll let you know when there's vacancy somewhere." Reba bid her goodbye and left the hospital. She opened Mia's house with her spare keys and she was shocked to see Oliver inside.
"What are you doing here? Who are you?" She asked baffled.
"Am sorry for breaking in. I found the key here." He pointed to a spot on the ground and Reba smiled. How could Mia make the silly mistake of throwing the key there?
"Introduce yourself." Reba pouted.
"My name is Oliver. I am the CEO of a textile company. My dad is a rich multimillionaire businessman, while my mum is a billionaire fashion designer." He said and Reba smiled.
"Am impressed. And why are you here for Becca?" Becca came out of the house hiding behind Oliver.
"Becca and i are just friends, and am here to visit her."
"No problem. Just don't do such things again. Call her mum if you wanna come in. Excuse me sir, do you have any vacancy at your textile company for her mum?"
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