Chapter 4 Evicted
Hera winced in pain as she attempted to rise to her feet. The embarrassment was palpable as she found herself the unwitting center of attention for passersby. To her dismay, some even seized the moment to snap pictures and capture videos of her unfortunate predicament.
She gritted her teeth and made her way out, every step a struggle against the pain coursing through her. Yet, as excruciating as it was, it paled in comparison to the heartache she was dealing with.
She dialed her best friend's number, ready to vent it all out. But when Athena picked up, all her words vanished, and she could only sniffle and let the tears flow.
Hearing her friend's pitiful sobs, Athena grew restless and asked, "Babe, where are you right now?"
Gasping for breath, Hera managed to respond, "I'm by the flower bed in front of my building... got kicked out... from my own place." The realization of her situation hit hard, and she broke into even louder wails.
Athena bolted out of her studio, grabbing her keys. "Don't move, I'll be there in 15." She didn't give a second thought to her appearance as she dashed to the garage, keeping the call going, simply listening to her best friend's heart-wrenching sobs, feeling every bit of her pain.
She had cautioned her best friend countless times about Alexi's inevitable betrayal, but Hera remained stubborn, convinced that her goodness and efforts would win him over. Now, facing the harsh reality, Hera realized her mistake. Despite the temptation to say 'I told you so,' Athena refrained, understanding that adding insult to injury wouldn't help.
Athena sped through the streets, disregarding the possibility of a ticket for running red lights. True to her word, she arrived at Hera's location in just 15 minutes. However, upon her arrival, Athena found Hera unconscious and pale, sending a jolt of nervousness through her. Without hesitation, Athena sprang into action, quickly and carefully dragging Hera to her car and rushing her to the hospital.
As Hera slowly opened her eyes, she found herself under a white ceiling, greeted by the familiar scent of disinfectant. Glancing around, she spotted a doctor attentively assessing her condition. His appearance was striking, with delicate features that contradicted his stern demeanor. It was a perfect combination that could easily capture any girl's heart.
His stern voice cut through the air, devoid of any warmth or hospitality as he asked, "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?" This was enough to bring her back to her senses.
It was only then that the reality sank in—she was in the hospital. Struggling to piece together the events that led her here, Hera recounted her tearful call to Athena and the overwhelming pain in her stomach that had gripped her. Despite her efforts to endure the pain, she eventually succumbed to unconsciousness just minutes later.