Valerie's POV
The ceiling was clear as I lay in complete comfort. I've only felt this comfortable in a bed whenever I visited Tristan's house. His bed was comfy and soft.
But the smell of this place made me feel even sicker and weak. I remember wanting to cross the street to help a lady with her loads, who I believed went shopping but while I was at it, I lost my strength and my consciousness.
I could have died. Funny, how I really wanted to survive but when my brain shut down, my body and mind didn't even know what was happening; whether I'd died or not.
I let out a sigh as tears streamed down my face. I'd seen how different girls my age were. It was the kind of life I'd like to experience but my life was totally different and depressing.
I was in pain, emotionally and physically. I didn't like the situation I was in. Now that I was sick, who was going to pay the medical bills and every other need?
I was fed up and exhausted, so I expressed my pain by crying and crying until I couldn't cry silently so I sat up and let out the burden weighing my chest down.
I did not like my life. I hated the pain and the torment. It was getting too much and I just wanted to…I don't want to survive anymore.
Crying was making my throat hurt but how else was I going to ease my pain?
"Valerie?" I heard my name, the voice was calm.
I looked up and saw that a doctor was coming close to check on me. He checked some things about me as I stared at Madam Daphne, she was the wife of the man who hired and took me in three months ago when I was on the street.
She had always checked up on me after I left their house and that was because she cared but she also couldn't go against her husband's wishes and will, so there was nothing she could do about me living on the streets.
I wasn't healthy. In one word, that was what the doctor said to me. I lacked nutrition and it was affecting not only me but my baby.
I was expected to stay in the hospital for a while before going back home.
Madam Daphne then came to sit close to me in bed and began to caress my hand, knowing I was having a hard time. I looked at her and shook my head.
"I can't do this anymore," I told her with tears bubbling in my eyes. "I can't cater for myself and my baby is suffering because of me. I shouldn't bring my baby to this world to suffer like me," I said while shaking and crying.
"When is my life going to change?" I asked her, sniffing my tears. "I want to be a good mother to my child. I want to be a better me. Why is it so hard? Is it impossible? Will I ever be able to change my fate?" I kept throwing questions at her and cried so much until I fell asleep again.
Madam Daphne was there to comfort me, she patted me and told me she was there for me so I was able to fall asleep again. I was still reacting to the drugs I had consumed.
It was evening when I woke up. I was feeling exactly the way I did when I woke up earlier, sick and uncomfortable even though the bed was cozy.
Madam Daphne was still with me. She helped me to sit up after she saw that I was awake.
"How are you feeling now?" She asked, rubbing my hand with hers.
"A little better," I answered because I wasn't crying like I was when I woke up earlier so yes, a little better.
"That's good," she lifted a lunchbox. "I brought food. You must be hungry," she was mindful.
"I'm starving," I told her. My mouth was watering as she unboxed the food.
Momentarily, the food was served before me in bed so I started digging in.
"You've grown so thin," I heard her say but I didn't mind her words and continued to eat.
"I was able to bring you to the hospital because a young man…not exactly young, decided to help. He's stubborn but he helped."
"I'm grateful," with my stuffed mouth, I replied.
"He felt really bad for you," she continued. "I told him about you and he seems to care. He said he'd come to check up on you later. I doubt he would."
"Well, thanks to him, I'm fine."
"He acted as your guardian too."
"Thanks to him."
"He paid the bills."
"I'm grateful."
"And I came to check up on you."
"That's so nice of…him?" That wasn't Madam Daphne's voice, I thought to myself. But before I looked for who the voice belonged to, I stuffed my mouth with food and began to chew. Then I raised my gaze and saw a tall man standing in front of me.
My gaze was on him for a while and that was because I was chewing. I swallowed and drank water while Madam Daphne welcomed him for making it back to the hospital.
"She's awake, hmm," he uttered.
"Thank you for your help, sir. I'm very grateful," I turned to him and expressed my gratitude. I continued to eat.
"How are you feeling?" He asked so I looked up at him again and smiled. "I feel better. I get to eat because I'm sick. I guess being sick is good," I think I was happy because I got to eat something different after all these days.
"That's good to hear. What did the doctor say?" He asked Madam Daphne, which led to a conversation between them.
"That's good for her," he said after hearing what Madam Daphne said and then he glanced at me. All I did was force a smile. "Staying at the hospital should help her recover from everything," he was still talking to Madam Daphne but his gaze was on me, which was awkward.
For some reason, it felt as if there was something on his mind that seemed to concern me but he wasn't saying anything about it, so I continued eating.