"Sorry, mum!" Viola's thin voice echoed as they rushed to check on her.
"Viola, take," her father took out some money from his pocket and gave it to her.
"Please, rush and get drugs for her at the nearest pharmacy!"
The poor girl took the money and ran down the street for the sake of her mother.
With her feeble knees and tired legs, she stopped racing and walked gently, drenched in thoughts about her mother's wellbeing.
One day later
"Where am I? What am I doing here? Why am I dressed in hospital clothes?"
Viola asked as she woke up to see herself laying on a hospital bed, with two strange faces standing before her: a man in white—certainly the doctor—and a chubby woman that looked excessively rich.
"Oh, she's awake! Doctor, she's awake!" The woman exclaimed joyfully.
Viola looked around but couldn't find any familiar faces. "Who are you? And***"
