Chapter 2 Blair's POV

Blair's POV

"You're fired!"

"I'm sorry, Mr Micheal. You can't do that to me. I....need this job!" I pleaded, but the line had already gone dead.

I stared at my phone, tears welling up my eyes. "How am I going to handle all of these problems at once? Where do I start from?" I asked myself as the tears finally streamed down my cheeks.

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Tears blurred my vision as I stared at my grandmother, who lay almost lifeless on the hospital bed. The soft hum of machines and the distant chatter of hospital staff provided the backdrop for this uncertain moment.

I was in a mixture of hope, fear, and uncertainty-not knowing what would happen next with my grandmother's life hanging in the balance, like a paused scene in life's movie. Her stillness was unsettling, and I couldn't help but wonder what it meant to be 'in-between'.

I clutched her frail hands, hoping to get some kind of response or at least anything, even though it was little to prove a sign of life, but all was in vain.

"Grandma, it's me, Blair. I'm here now. I miss you so much. I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can..." My voice cracked, "Please, come back to us. We really miss you a lot."

Wiping my tears, I chuckled, "I miss your delicious strict coffee." I asked as memories-the countless moments we have shared together flooded in my mind, "You're not gonna leave us here right?"

The heavy welled tears began to roll down my cheek as I sniffed in. All of these started after my mother abandoned us, choosing a wealthier man over my father due to his nonchalant attitude and gambling habits. I was just twelve years old at the time, while Trevor was only ten.

My dad had been an obsessive gambler-he would have gambled away his last breath if he could. Sometimes, I wondered how we weren't used as collateral.

Months after my mother's disappearance, Father brought us to his mother's place-our grandmother-promising to return for us when he became rich. We spent twelve years waiting for him. Abandoned by the very people who brought us into this world, we were left in the loving hands of our grandmother, who now lay on this sick bed.

I shook my head, sighing deeply as I thought of how it all began. First, it was muscle cramps, which we dismissed as a sign of old age. Then, her feet began to swell. I would massage them, singing sweet songs to her during our leisure time.

Those were the times she tried to be strong, holding it all in, but the weight was becoming unbearable. Now, I have lost the only job I relied on.

"Grandma, please wake up. Life isn't the same without you. I miss your voice, laughter, and the melodious music you sing while making those world-best sandwiches for us. You have to be fine. I'm trying but it seems nothing is changing." I sobbed, my voice cracking.

"Worse part of it is that Trevor has been accused of rape at his workplace and now he has been sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment. I gave out all my savings just to get him a truthful lawyer, and the bastard didn't even try to prove his innocence-complaining the money I gave him was little."

I continued, adjusting myself slightly on the stool I sat on, "I'm sure he had been bribed with lot of money because he also knew...he knew Trevor is innocent of the accusation."

"And, there is you," I trailed off, my voice trembling. "The doctor said that I should pay twenty million dollars before the surgery can be done, Grandma. Where do I get such an amount?"

After a couple of minutes, I sniffed, gradually gathering my resolve, "Where to get money is the only factor delaying it, as I have been tested and it has been confirmed that I can donate one of my kidneys for you. I just... I just need to find some way to get that money. Grandma, be strong while I find every meaning to get you back on your feet. I've always known you as a resilient woman. I just need you to hold on a little while longer. I'll find a way to secure the funds, by all means. I promise."

"Grandma, I'll do all it takes to get enough money for your kidney transplant. I'll make sure I save you and Trevor."

With one last look at my grandmother, I rose quietly from my chair and left the ward. I couldn't give up. Not now.

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Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice a car speeding towards me, until it was too late. A dirty puddle of water from the rain splashed over me, soaking my already-drenched clothes. I gasped, shivering as the cold clung more to me. The car didn't even slow down. I glared at it as it drove away still in speed.

Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse the car reappeared and halted right in front of me.

I froze momentarily, my fists clenched to my sides, as the door swung open.

A young man stepped out, his appearance screaming wealth. His blue suit was perfect, the opposite of my disheveled look. He walked toward me with confidence and arrogance written all over his face, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

I remained still, standing my ground patiently, waiting for him to reach me so I could unleash my anger as well as my pent-up frustration upon him.

"Why were you walking there anyway?" he asked with an air of arrogance, his tone dripping with condescension. The smirk on his face only deepened as if he was amused by the whole situation.

I raised my brow in surprise, disbelief spreading across my face. "Seriously? Why was I walking there?" I repeated taking a step forward, my eyes wide with rage.

"Are you blind?"