Reminder: Reyahs suffers from a disease Called Von WilleBrande (VWB).
In brief, It's a disease where the person suffering from it lacks proteins which clot blood. So the person has chances of bleeding to death. But than with proper care and medical diagnosis, they can be saved. The patient gets injected with clothing proteins which act naturally and so stopping the blood flow.

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{Sophie's PoV}

I woke up to the ringing of my phone. I groaned as I picked it up. It was 7:30 in the morning, who would call this early? .

Seeing five missed calls from my mother, I called her back.

" Hello." I spoke sleepy.

" Sophie!" My mothers worried voice spoke, "Reyah..... Sophie, Reyahs in the hospital."

" What do you mean by hospital?" I asked, all my sleep disappearing.

" I I.... don't know. Her diagnosis didn't work and she started her menses. And now there's just too much bleeding....Sophie," my mother broke down in tears and I felt my heart ache.

" She's been in the ward, " my mother hiccuped as she talked, ".. for an hour, there's no news and they're not letting me see her." My mother cried.

" Where's Father?" I asked, worry settling in the pit of my stomach.

" He.. he left for Chicago at 6 in the morning." My mother sobbed

" Okay mother take deep breaths." I said slowly, "Breathe in, breathe out. Good. I'll be there shortly okay. Don't worry."

I told my mother not to worry whilst I, myself was worried. No one was with my mother and she was freaking out. If she didn't calm down now, she'd have a panic attack.

Adam was wearing his suit jacket when he saw me sitting on the edge of the bed. I wanted to skip work today and just lazy around. Adam had worn me out last night but after my mothers call, that was going to be impossible.

" What happened Preciosa ?" Adam asked approaching me. He bent to my height, placing a kiss on my cheek.

" My mother called. Reyah's in the hospital. Adam, I need to go." I told Him. I looked calm but I surely wasn't. Anxiety and worry were coursing through my veins.

Adam tensed when he heard me but I couldn't do anything. No one was there with my mother. We'd need my fathers signature to write a cheque and since he wasn't there, I had to sign. Only then could we able to cash out. I could just imagine the dilemma my mother was in. The hospitals of NYC only functioned when they saw the money on the table. They didn't care how famous you were, money talked.

" Let me call Benjamin. Get ready Okay " Adam said placing a small kiss on my forehead before he picked his phone and walked out of the door.

I quickly had a short shower, dressed in my work clothes before I walked out of the room. Adam had made scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast.

" Adam, I'm not hungry." I told him. All I wanted to do was go to my sister.

" Preciosa." Adam cupped my face, " Eat some." He held my hips in his hands, the heat from his palms seeping through my pants.

"Don't worry Preciosa. My driver will pick you up and Ben will be waiting for you at the airport okay." Adam caressed my cheek, calming my nerves.
"Whenever you want to leave, you can." I nodded at him and gave him a small smile. I sat down and quickly ate a toast to make him happy, although my stomach churned.

Adam drove me to his plane. Throughout the ride, he rubbed soothing circles on the back of my hand but I couldn't stop worrying. When we arrived at the jet, Adam waited till I seated comfortably. I so wanted him to accompany me but I knew it was impossible.
He was needed here, he couldn't just abruptly leave all the work.

I waved at him and settled in my seat. One hour passed agonisingly slow. I was relieved when I stepped on land but it was short lived. I was still not prepared to meet a crying mother and my admitted sister. It was deja Vu and I felt like I was once again 6 years old.

I called my mother to ask the hospital she was in and asked Adams driver to take me there. The hospital was a different one than our family one. This one was specially for people who were haemophiliac and or suffered from VWD. I saw the time on my wristwatch, it was half nine. More than three hours were done for Reyah to enter the emergency room, hopefully she was out now.

I met the receptionist and handed her the cheque. She smiled at me and I asked her where my sister was. She told me the directions and I followed them to see my slouched mother sitting on one of the seats.

" Mother." I said as I went closer to her. Tears were dried on her face and she was dressed in green pyjamas with a black shawl wrapped around her. For the first time in ages, I saw my mother dressed casually outside our house.

" Oh Sophie!" My mother wailed as she lounged her self at me. I awkwardly rubbed her back as more tears flowed down her cheeks.

" I'm here mother." I cleared my throat as I talked. "Go home, freshen up and come back. Reyah wouldn't want to see you like this." I said. I was stressed enough and having my mothers crying self with me, was going to give me more of a headache.

My mother nodded gingerly before she left. I sighed as I sat on one of the stools.
How long before someone would come out?
My mother said the nurses had given her a nasal spray to reduce the bleeding but they were waiting for the doctor. And the doctor had only arrived at 8 am. What kind of fucked up hospital was this? In cases of emergencies, how can the doctor come an hour late?

I tapped my foot against the floor, hating the silence that enveloped me. I was feeling more stressed with each slow minute. I heard rushed footsteps and when I looked at up, it was none other than my father.

" Father!" I said shocked, "Weren't you supposed to be in Chicago?" I voiced out my thoughts.

" Your Mother called and I came as soon as I could. " My father said somehow breathless, "Any news on her?" He asked and I shook my head No. He sighed before he settled on the seat next to mine.

No words were exchanged after. It was awkward and the silence was killing me. I wanted to tap my foot again but I knew my father would reprimand me for that.

" How's Washington?" My father asked and I looked at him astonished.
Had my father really asked me a question?
A casual question like normal people?

Composing my shocked expression, I straightened my shoulders as I spoke curtly,
" It's good." He nodded his head.

"And David? Any progress."

"No, he's been the same." I turned to look at the big red letters which had emergency painted on them.
I couldn't help but wonder what happened to my father? Why was he acting less professional with me?

" Your Mother wanted me to talk to you." Father said as he unbuttoned his cufflinks.

" About What?" I asked seeing the time. It was 10:15 am only.

" She wanted me to apologise to you," Father said. I held my breathe as he continued talking ,
" but I don't think an apology will change anything. Neither will it change how I treated you......" My father lowly said and I could tell how hard it was for him to express himself.

" Neither is it going to change how Reyah ran away." I finished his sentence, still looking at the red paint.

" Yes. an apology can not rewind the past." Father said clearing his throat . I could tell he wanted to say more but he didn't know how to.

Wasn't it funny? My father who all my life knew nothing better than to command and
shout at me, today sat next to me speechless.

" It's fine Father I understand." I said looking at him. I gave him a nod and looked back at my watch. 10:23 am still.

Just as my father opened his mouth to say more, the door opened. My father and I immediately stood up as an old friendly doctor approached us. He informed us of Reyah being stable. Her diagnosis hadn't worked because she stopped taking tablets for a few days now. However, thankfully the blood flow had reduced and there was nothing to worry about. She'd be awake after a few hours because of her injections.

I stopped the Doctor from going into details about what actually was the problem. It was all jargon to me as I knew not a single scientific term he used. I thanked him one more time and waited for him to go.

" You can visit her first Father." I told him pointing at the door.

" Don't you want to go first?" My father asked and I refused. I was not at all interested to see my twin with tubes connected all over her body. It was painful to think of, I didn't want to see the real thing

"Are you sure?" My father asked and I sighed.

" Yes. I'll be going back to Washington." I told him as I held my purse. I couldn't sit and be here with my father for another minute. Having a normal conversation with him was odd. I don't remember when the last time we had talked like that. I was so accustomed to him being brief and professional that him asking me questions not related to work was fucking weird.
And I didn't want to experience more weirdness.

" Already?" My father asked his eyebrow raised.

" Yes, Adam's driver is waiting for me." I told him walking away from him.

" Oh and father." I called him just as I walked a bit,
" Let mother know actions speak louder than words. An apology, just like how it cannot reverse the past, it cannot change actions too." I said walking away.

No matter how genuine an apology was, it could never heal anything. More than five years of pain I endured and it should all be forgotten by a single word.
What power did " Sorry" have?
Would it bring back the relationship I had with my sister?
Would it bring back my passion for being a vet? Would it bring back the smile on my face?
Would it erase all the stress, worries and late nights I had as I learnt something I had no interest in?

NO it wouldn't.

Sorry was a bullshit word. It could not mend anything. Sorry was like a small bandage against a whole cracked mirror, the damage was already done, nothing could change it now.

I was turning to the exit lobby when my father called me,
"Sophie!" I stopped walking and turned to look at him, waiting for him to say something but he kept staring at me.
What was going on in his mind?
What did he want to say?
Yet another lame apology?

I raised a brow at him and he looked me in the eye before he said,
" Have a safe trip." and I silently gasped. For the first time in my life, my father wished me something on his own. I blinked my eyes and nodded at him before I walked out of the hospital.

I sat in Adams car and couldn't help the sigh,
it all began with Reyah and it seems, it ended with Reyah too.

How much more fucked could my life get?

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