“It’s okay, Cindy. It’s fine, really,” Daisy said to Cindy who kept sighing, with a really sad expression.
She had just come to inform Daisy that she had to be at Finn's media as the director urgently had need of her.

"I honestly shouldn't leave. I'm so sorry Daisy and I’ll be back soon,” she said, but Daisy shook her head.
"No, Cindy, you've done a lot for me already. Go to Finn's media and then you should rest too."

"Cindy it's okay. You should hurry and go now," Violet chipped in lowly, with her eyes bloodshot.

Finally, Cindy nodded in agreement. “I believe your mum would fight through. I'll leave now. Please take care of yourselves."
Then she looked at Edward.
"Please take care of them, Edward," she stated and he nodded.
"I will," he said, assuringly.
And with a final wave at them, Cindy turned around and walked away. Daisy watched Cindy walk away and couldn’t help but sigh.

"Let's go over to that place," Violet said, pointing at a long chair just after the entrance of the corridor they had just walked out from.
"Then I'll put a call across to dad to know what's up and how the surgery is going," she added.

Following her suggestion, Edward guided his girlfriend, Daisy back into the place, with Violet walking beside them.
They sat down and Violent took out her phone to call her dad.

But as they sat down there, with Violet waiting for the call to get through, a nurse suddenly appeared from outside, approaching them in the opposite direction.
She had a blue hospital mask on, making it difficult to mark her face.
Daisy wasn’t at first bothered about who she was until their eyes met. Those eyes looked as dark and cold as an abyss, and for some unknown reason, she felt a chill run down her spine just by looking at the nurse.
Her eyes were dark grey, and they felt oddly strange but familiar like she had seen those eyes somewhere.

Dark-grey eyes…

She tried to remember but couldn’t. Instead, her head hurt.
The nurse held her gaze for seconds before peeling her eyes away. Then she passed by them wordlessly, walking further down the corridor.

From where they sat, Daisy unconsciously found herself following the nurse further away as she went with her eyes.
The nurse was blonde with fringes, with her bob gently brushing her shoulders. But as hard as Daisy racked her memory, she knew no one in that description.

But then, why had that nurse's presence made her feel so alarmed and anxious that her heart had raced hard when she passed by them? Daisy could not help but wonder.
Suddenly remembering she had been feeling paranoid and overreacting since her mum’s sudden emergency, Daisy huffed and brushed it off.

‘I'm definitely overreacting,’ Daisy concluded in her mind.

Unknown to her, Edward had been frozen for a few seconds when his eyes met briefly with those eyes, but he shrugged it off too. Anyone could have dark grey eyes anyway. Besides her hair was totally unfamiliar to him.
And even though those eyes looked really familiar, he did not want to admit it. He had long decided not to have anything to do with the woman from his past.

He felt slightly guilty thinking about her, but things had changed now.
'It's been a year, so she definitely would have moved on,' he thought.

Suddenly, Daisy got up from where they were all seated and walked briskly towards the emergency ward they had wheeled her mum out from.
Edward stood up immediately and went after her while Violet slowly followed them as the call with her dad had finally connected.

"Dad? How is mum? What's going on and the surgery?" She immediately asked, her voice sounding really anxious.

Getting to the ward, Daisy warily entered.
The lights in there were low. There were cords everywhere and the unfinished IV solution hanging on a drip stand by the only bed in the room. It was obviously a private VIP ward.
There was also a tray with sterilized tools on the bed.

Daisy took slow steps towards the bed her mum had laid on, knelt by it, and buried her face in the white sheets as her heart thumbed heavily.

She inhaled her mum’s saint, now mixed with antiseptics, and her tiny drop of tears fell on the sheets.
Her shoulders began trembling, and soon, she felt a hand gently part her shoulder. Edward was now kneeling beside her as she cried silently.

"Mum, you have to be fine. You have to be strong and come out of this," she cried, wrapped in his arms.

The dark grey-eyed nurse walked out of the hospital building to the parking lot, her blue mask hiding a great deal of her face, her initial cold eyes showing a mix of emotions.
She unlocked her black SUV, got into it, and placed her hands on the steering wheel with a huff.
She could not believe it!

The hate she thought she had built up for him over the months could not stop her heart from skipping when she passed by them, and what was this rush of jealousy she was feeling now?

'Jealous? No way will I be jealous!'
Her eyes went cold again, and she scoffed.
‘This is it. I am not stopping.’ She gripped tightly unto the steering wheel, her gaze cold, murderous, and unyielding.

‘I have started this anyway and I'm not stopping! No going back!'
'I will mess with everyone around him and then destroy him!'

Back at the hospital’s recovery room, Mrs Louis slowly opened her eyes. The surgery was successful and she had been transferred to the recovery room, only to regain consciousness after two hours!

It felt like she had gone on a long journey and seen a vision. While the nurse monitoring her went out to call the doctors, her blurry vision stared deep ahead with her heart trembling with fear. Her face was pale and white as death.

If her time is up and it's time she returns to her maker, then she has no problem with that. Though she would miss her dear husband and daughters, the ones she loved so much.
But then, Daisy was in trouble! She had seen it, but death was knocking.

She did not want to die. She wanted to at least warn her daughter of the scores of burning arrows she was going to pass through soon, but how could she do that when death was hovering over her like the heat of sexual pleasure?

At that, tears strayed down her eyes from the corner of her eyes down both sides of her face.
Doctors soon filed into the room as they went to check the monitor and other machines connected to her. Suddenly, it made an alarming screeching noise, and she could vaguely hear the senior doctor exclaim, “Get the defibrillator. It’s a cardiac arrest!”

Then there were footsteps, pushing of machines and equipment being pressed against her chest.
“Charge 17 joules. Shock!”
“Charge 20 joules. Shock!”
“Charge 30 joules. Shock!”
But she was slowly embracing death. As their noises faded away, the last thing she heard was the thin noise from the monitor.

She didn’t want to die just yet. She wanted to at least warn her daughter.
“Daisy… b..be careful,” she could only say that in her mind as two more drops of tears strayed down her face. She could not even voice a word out.
How would Daisy hear now?
Who would help her out?
Who would protect her daughter?