Two

Who the fuck did he think he was anyway? God...he was completely insane.

Luna finished packing her small bag with just enough stuff for her trip to James's house. She wouldn't stay there, that was for sure. She would take refuge in some hotel and organize her time to get to her new job on time.

He had taken his ticket hours before, and by a miracle he had been able to get on that damned plane. She could have waited another day to travel, but she wasn't about to sacrifice any more days away from Portia.

It didn't take him long to get to the airport, miraculously the traffic was pretty good. When she arrived, anxiety turned her stomach. She sat waiting, reading something on her phone. She tried to distract herself with anything stupid, she tried to distract herself because she didn't want to think about James's face when he saw her on her doorstep.

He had no idea of Portia's whereabouts. He supposed then that he should ask when he got to the hotel. But to whom?

After waiting wrapped in nerves, the flight finally departed.

As she boarded the plane, other thoughts began to haunt her. She would see James again, but clearly, he didn't want to see her.

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James stood at the hospital reception desk. He was nervous, he didn't know if Portia would make it out of there or not, and by that he meant, he didn't know if she would live or not. The doctors had told him that her health had declined considerably, and questioned whether the little girl had taken her medication daily. No. The chaos of the past few months had created in Portia an absolute rejection of anyone who approached her with her medications.

On the one hand, she felt she needed Luna badly but didn't want her around. She had talked to her the day before, and had told her the truth. But, he didn't want her there.

Iris appeared through the door. She had a cup of coffee in her left hand and her purse in the other.

- I brought you this- she said kindly.

- Thank you, Portia.

- Did you talk to Luna?

- Yes, yesterday.

- What did she say? - she asked with interest.

- Nothing important.

- Are you sure? - she asked. She knew James was lying. She herself had spoken to Luna hours earlier. She was in New York.

- She was in New York. Sure.

The phone rang, James checked his. It wasn't his. Iris read the message and got up. James watched her carefully. His sister disappeared down the hallway and it didn't take much more for his suspicions to be confirmed.

Luna appeared next to her sister. James quickly startled, rising from his seat.

What was she doing there?

- Hello, James," she greeted him coolly.

- What are you doing here?

Iris looked at him angrily.

- James, don't be rude -she scolded.

- I think I said I didn't want you to come, I think I was clear.

Since when was he so mean? Oh, sure, he had always been, he had only changed a few months when Luna was in his house. Now that she was gone, he was back to his old James self.

-You have no such control over my actions, I thought it was clear. How is Portia? - I ask Iris.

- She's fine, you can go now," James explained. Luna glared at him.

- No, I won't leave until I see her in person. Even if it's from afar. I'm not asking too much.

Luna sat next to Iris, while they talked for a while. They were waiting for the doctor to show up and indicate that they could come in to see her. James was looking grumpy and angry, which was evident from a distance. Did it bother him that much that she was there?

- Mr. Bexell -  Portia's doctor called.

He got up from his seat, and Luna and Iris mimicked him.

- You can go in and see her, she's in good spirits.

It didn't take much more for James to ignore the previous discussion and concentrate on seeing his daughter. Luna and Iris followed suit.

When they reached the room, Iris opened the door, and a weak, wired Portia was lying on the gurney.

- Luna? - she asked.