EMMA POV
Dr. Aaron's words hung in the air like a guillotine, poised to drop and sever all hope. Emma's heart raced as she clutched the armrests of the worn hospital chair, her knuckles weak with desperation.
"Hold on…Let me get this straight, Doctor," Emma said, her voice trembling. "You're telling me that my mother's surgery, her only chance at survival, depends on me finding a huge sum of money? And without the money there will be no treatment for her? Even if she dies right in front of you? Even if I am to pay that huge amount of money, I should be given time to do so, she is suffering and she is in pain right now the only thing stopping you to save a life is money?"
Dr. Aaron's expression was a mask of sympathy, but his eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. "I'm afraid so, Emma. The hospital's policy is clear: payment upfront or no procedure. Your mother's condition is critical, and time is running out."
Emma felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She thought she'd been prepared for anything, but this...this was a nightmare. "How much money are we talking about?"
"Thirty thousand dollars," Dr. Aaron replied, his voice firm but not unkind.
Emma's mind reeled. Thirty thousand dollars might as well have been thirty million. She was a struggling club worker, doing multiple jobs just to make ends meet. Where was she supposed to find that kind of money?
"What about financial aid or assistance programs? Or anything just to save her right now" Emma asked, grasping at straws.
Dr. Aaron shook his head. "Your mother's condition doesn't qualify for priority funding. I'm sorry, Emma. Time is running out, this is the only advice I can offer you and that is for you to be very quick,she can not survive it without undergoing a surgery"
Emma's eyes welled up with tears as she thought of her mother, lying in the hospital bed, fighting for her life. She felt a surge of determination. She would find a way, no matter what it took.
"I'll do it," Emma said, her voice firm. "I'll find the money."
Dr. Aaron's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Emma. I truly am. But I know you'll do everything you can. You just have to try." And with that he walked away
Emma nodded multiple times, it was as if she was going crazy “I can do it.. I must do it.” She murmured to herself.
Emma's feet felt heavy as she trudged through the hospital corridors, the antiseptic scent and muted beeps of machines her constant companion. She turned a corner, and her heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of her mother's frail form,her body weak as she lay on the bed, surrounded by the sterile glow of medical equipment.
Her mother's eyes, sunken and weary, met Emma's, and a faint smile flickered on her lips. Emma's throat constricted as she forced a smile back, trying to hide the desperation clawing at her insides. She approached the bed, her gaze drifting to the oxygen mask covering her mother's mouth, the soft whoosh of the ventilator scares her.
With a heavy heart, Emma turned away, her eyes drawn to the window. The view was breathtaking, a tapestry of city lights and stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse. But the beauty was lost on her. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of hopelessness.
Sinking into the chair beside her mother's bed, Emma let out a shuddering sigh. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she whispered, "I'm only 21...and yet I'm suffering like I've done something wrong for being in this world, cant I just be at peace for once? Why didn't he create me into the world of the rich? Why did he create me just to suffer and cry my eyes out." Her voice cracked, and she felt the dam break. Tears streamed down her face, hot and relentless.
"Oh God...what should I do? Thirty million dollars is beyond me, so beyond me" she said with tears, her head thrown back, as if expecting a miracle to descend from the heavens. Her body shook with sobs, the weight of her responsibilities crushing her.
Just then, her mother's hand stirred, the frail fingers extending toward Emma, she looked behind her and saw her mother's handing searching for her. With a jolt, Emma grasped the hand, feeling the fragile warmth and the faint pulse. Her mother's eyes, cloudy with medication and exhaustion, locked onto hers.
Emma's eyes locked onto her mother's, a desperate plea for help. "Please, Mother, you have to listen to me," she begged, her voice trembling with fear.
Her mother, once a pillar of strength, now seemed frail and uncertain. Emma's heart ached as she gazed at her, feeling the weight of her own mortality.
"If you die, it's over for me," Emma whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'll never get to experience life, to love, to truly live, you are my only source of living."
Tears streamed down her face as she grasped her mother's hands, her fingers intertwining with hers. "You have to help me, Mother. You're my only hope, just stay strong for me." She said her voice shaking.
"I'll do everything in my power to save you, Mom," she vowed, her voice weak but resolute. "I won't let you die. I won't let you slip away from me."
Emma's grip on her mother's hands tightened, a surge of hope rising within her. Maybe, just maybe, she could cheat death. Maybe she could live.
As they sat there, hands clasped together, Emma felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew her mother would stay strong and fight for her life, Emma knew she would move heaven and earth to save her.
“Sweetie...don't cry, Emma," her mother whispered, the words barely audible over the machines. "I'll be okay...I promise, I will be very strong and back to my feet again."
Emma's tears redoubled at the familiar endearment, the one her mother had used since childhood. She felt like she was losing her grip on reality.
"I'll find a way, Mom," Emma vowed, her voice trembling. "I'll get the money. I won't let you down,you will survive I promise you, even if it costs me more than I can offer, I will make sure to get the money and you are going to be alright."
Her mother's gaze drifted away, her chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Emma felt a surge of determination. She would move mountains, beg, borrow, or steal – whatever it took to save her mother's life.
Emma's trembling fingers grasped the phone, her eyes fixed on her mother's fragile form as she waited for Natalie to answer. The ringtone seemed to stretch on forever, each passing moment amplifying Emma's desperation.
"Hey, girl! What's up?" Natalie's cheerful voice was a jarring contrast to Emma's anguish.
Emma's voice cracked as she spoke, "Natalie, my mom...she's sick. And I need help."
The line went silent for a moment before Natalie asked, "Where are you right now? I thought as much, you didnt show up tonight"
Emma's gaze drifted back to her mother, the beeping machines and antiseptic smell a harsh reminder of her reality. "I'm at the hospital. Mom's condition is critical. I need money,Lots of it Natalie."
Natalie's tone turned serious. "How much do you need?"
Emma hesitated, her mind racing with the impossibility of her situation, she didn't know if she should say it but then she tries to open up to her. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Thirty..."
Natalie cut her off, her voice firm but gentle. "Don't say it, Emma. I don't have that kind of money, where on earth do you want me to see thirty and above?... But I can help you with something."
Emma's eyes narrowed, her grip on the phone tightening. "What is it?"
Natalie's pause was palpable before she spoke, her words dripping with reluctance. "You are going to make alot of money if you are smart tomorrow and if you can join the next batch of strippers tomorrow..."
The words hung in the air like a challenge, Emma's mind reeling in horror. Her eyes widened as she stared at her mother, the machines surrounding her like sentinels. The word "strip" echoed in her mind like a mantra, her thoughts racing with the implications.
And without another word, Emma dropped the phone, her hand trembling as she backed away from the bed, her eyes fixed on her mother's frail form. The machines beeped on, a steady heartbeat that seemed to mock her desperation.
And then everything went black.
—“A stripper….” she said to herself“What did you say?” Natalie asked.“Nothing, nothing, thank you very much I am going to be at the club tomorrow night, I am staying with my mom just for tonight” she said Natalie nodded even though Emma couldn't see her “Bye then" she said and ended the call. ROBERT POVI gazed at my cell phone, my eyes heavy with exhaustion from a long day of work. The screen vibrated, but I didn't bother to check it, too drained to care who texted. Ryan, my friend and confidant, peered over from the adjacent couch, his voice low and conspiratorial."Robert..."I raised an eyebrow, my voice barely above a whisper. "Hmm? What is it?"Ryan's expression was serious, his eyes locked onto mine. "Sophia."My head snapped up, my gaze intensifying. "Sophia? What about her?"Ryan gestured to my phone, a sly smile spreading across his face. I picked it up, my heart racing with anticipation. Five new text messages from Sophia. My smile grew wider as I scrolled through the
Emma's eyes, red and swelled up from lack of sleep, fixed on the doctor as he delivered the devastating news. Her mind raced, trying to process the weight of his words. The machines surrounding her mother's frail body seemed to close in, their beeps and whirs a constant reminder of the ticking clock."Listen Doc. i truly understand and appreciate everything you have been doing for me but Please, Doctor, just give me today," Emma pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll bring the money tomorrow morning."The doctor's expression softened, and he nodded. "Fine, but I must warn you, Emma, time is running out, I am doing everything I can because I know you don't have anywhere to run to but I hope you meet someone who will truly and genuinely help you."As the doctor rushed out of the room, Emma's gaze followed him, her eyes locking onto the tall, imposing figure standing beside him. Robert, the man who the nurse rushed in because he arrived, heavens truly blesses some people.With
It was round 9pm, Emma gazed at her cellphone and the time was nearer, she stepped out of the house and walked towards the club way. As she stepped into the club, Natalie's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Emma. "Hey, you actually came," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. Emma nodded, my heart racing with anticipation, feeling unease and uncomfortable.Natalie's gaze roamed over me, her expression softening. "You don't look too good,Emma, are you sure you wanna do this?" she asked, concern etched in her voice.Emma nodded,her jaw set in determination. "Yes, ofcourse, I will, I have to so that my mother could live, this is the only chance I have now and I dont wanna screw it up, I have to try my best and to whatever it takes if only it's just for tonight."With that, Natalie took her hand and led her into the dressing room. They had only 30 minutes to get ready, and the air was thick with tension. A flamboyant man, dressed in a sparkling outfit, greeted us with a war
EMMA POVThe room was dimly lit, the faint hum of the neon sign outside casting a soft,flickering glow through the half-drawn window. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, so loud I could barely hear the low rumble of his voice."You're a virgin?" Robert’s question hung in the air, as if suspended by the weight of his disbelief.I nodded, unable to trust my voice. My throat felt dry, and my hands trembled slightly, though I quickly folded them in my lap, hoping he wouldn’t notice. His face, which had been calm, even smug moments earlier, was now an unreadable mask of shock and concern. He shifted his weight off me, sitting up abruptly as though the words had physically knocked him back.He repeated, softer this time, almost as if asking for more confirmation, guess he didn't believe the truth "A virgin?"His eyes searched mine, as though he were looking for some sign that I was joking, or playing some pranks, lying. But I wasn’t. It was actually the truth. I had never been with anyone, not