Chapter 4

"Hello, how are you?" asked the woman who resembled me as she approached me.

I can't think of anything to say. I was taken aback. How did we end up having the same face? How is this possible?

"I'll leave now." The nurse smiled and left the room. Leaving me alone with this stranger who looks like me.

"It appears you're fine," she stated, observing me. "Apart from your injured leg."

I cleared my throat, trying to find the right words to use. I just stared at her, bewildered. We looked so similar that the nurse assumed that we were sisters, or, should I say, twins?

Aside from our faces, I presume we are the same height, as I am 5 feet and 6 inches tall. Her hair, on the other hand, is a long, wavy blonde. My eyes are bluish, while hers are hazel. Her body is like of those supermodels—slim but sexy.

"I know what you're thinking." She noticed me checking her out.

She bit her lower lip seductively. Her make-up is stunning. She looks more beautiful and sexier in her outfit.

"How is it possible?" I wondered, finally finding my words. She grinned at me and settled on the couch in front of the bed, which had a small table in the center.

She sat on it, placing her left leg on top of her other leg. She's only wearing a tight, sexy dress, revealing her flawless thighs.

"I don't know either; my parents never told me I had twins; are we twins?" she asked, perplexed.

"Perhaps not," I replied, puzzled. Her brows furrowed, and I spoke again, "We have different eye colors, and our hair is different."

She burst out into laughter, and I looked at her, surprised at her outburst. "Oh, about my hair? I just dyed it into a blonde one. We have the same hair; the only difference is our eyes," she explained after regaining her composure.

She opened her shoulder bag and took a cigarette. She put it in her mouth, and she was about to light it when I interrupted her. "This is a non-smoking area."

She puts her lighter on the table and holds the cigarette between her middle finger and pointed finger. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were so obedient," she apologized, but her voice didn't sound apologetic.

"It's bad for your health," I said, my voice barely audible. She laughed and looked at me, amused.

"You paid my bills," I stated again when she didn't respond to what I said earlier.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her painted fingernails.

I sighed and said, "I owe you."

She stopped examining her fingernails and looked at me blankly. "Don't mention it," she muttered indifferently.

"I know it's too much to ask, but can I use your phone? I need to call my mom. I don't know where my backpack is, my phone was inside of it."

I need to call my mother. And what time is it? Oh, I don't know. My eyes looked around the room, hoping I could see a wall clock.

"Here." She handed me her phone.

I was startled because I hadn't realized she was now standing next to me. I took her phone and looked at the time; it was ten in the morning. I exclaimed and quickly dialed my mother's number.

In just one ring, she answered the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice cracked when she answered the phone. I can tell that she's crying.

"Mom..." I mumbled weakly.

"Oh my God, Anna! Where are you? Why haven't you answered my calls?" she sobbed.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine now, it's just... I had an accident," I said hesitantly, but she had the right to know.

"What kind of accident? My goodness, you made me even more worried; I would have called the police to report you missing." I noticed her panicked voice.

"Mom, I'm fine now. Don't worry, it was just a minor accident. Please call Aunt Martha to have someone with you now. I'll come home as soon as possible. There's something I need to settle here."

Aunt Martha is my mother's only sister. She's 45 years old and still single. She's the one who takes care of my mom when I'm not around.

"I'll be there in just a minute."

"Please don't worry about me, Mom; I'll be fine, okay? I love you."

I heard her sigh, and then we ended our call with her saying, 'Love you too.'

"Thank you." I returned the phone to the woman who mirrored me and asked her, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself; my name is Helena Evans, by the way." She smiled and extended her right hand to me.

I nervously accepted her outstretched hand. Her palm is incredibly soft, as if she isn't doing or touching anything. I suddenly withdraw my hand, embarrassed since my hands are not as smooth as hers.

"By the way, your motorcycle was in the repair shop; there was nothing to worry about, and your backpack is safe in my car," she stated, as if something important were inside my bag. I smiled at her genuinely.

I wonder why she's helping me. Is it because we have the same face? Or she's wondering if I am her twin sister or what? She looks nice but a little bit bitchy.

"Thank you for helping me, Helena, I will pay you if I get better." I am indeed very thankful for her, as far as I remember, it's my fault that I bumped into her car.

She gestured her hands in front of me as if saying that I didn't need to worry about it. "Don't worry about it, Savannah."

When she said my name, I grimaced. I kept my identity hidden from her. Maybe she spotted it on my identification card for the hospital's records.

"Is the guy from last night your boyfriend? I'd like to thank him," I added.

"Yes, Logan is my boyfriend. He has some errands to finish today, but he will be here soon."

I simply nodded. "Why are you helping me? You're so nice." I couldn't help but ask. She gave a sweet smile.

"I can't let you die on the road, or sue you, or let you suffer because, darling, we have the same face. It was as if I had neglected myself," she answered me with her bitchy attitude, but she was still smiling sweetly.

I bit my lower lip, so she thought we were twins. Or I'm just assuming.

"How can I pay you?" I ask her sincerely. She grinned at me as if she were thinking something bad about how she would charge me.

She was about to say something when the door opened. And Logan enters the room with a folder in his hand. He is handsome and tall. He smiled awkwardly when his eyes landed on me and then dropped to Helena.

"Hi, honey." Helena kissed him on the lips passionately without caring that there was another person in the room. I averted my gaze from them.

"I've got what you need."

I heard Logan whisper to Helena. I know I'm not supposed to listen to it, but my ears felt like I could hear even if it was ten meters away. I slapped myself mentally. Eavesdropping is not my cup of tea.

"Thanks, honey, you're the best," Helena sweetly says.

"All her information is recorded in this folder," he said to her.

My brows furrowed as I wondered who they were talking to. I remain calm, as if I am not listening to them and am lost in my thoughts. I raised my head when Helena said something to me.

"See you later, Savannah. I'll visit you tonight or maybe tomorrow." She winked at me.

"Get well soon," says Logan. I just nodded my head. And then, they left the room together.

I groaned because I didn't know what to do. I have work today, and I didn't inform my boss that I am here, lying in the hospital bed, injured.

I was cut off by my deep thoughts when the door opened again. The nurse came in with a tray in her hand. She smiled at me and put the food tray in front of me.

"You are probably hungry."

I smiled at her weakly. Now, I felt hungry when I saw the delicious food in front of me.

"Eat well."

"Thank you," I replied politely.

I started eating the mouthwatering food and finished it swiftly. I had no clue they provided such delicious meals to their patients. Or maybe they only provide this kind of meal in private rooms.

And then, a woman named Helena Evans came into my thoughts. Honestly, I was intrigued about her identity, and I am starting to doubt mine.

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