Sera's POV

The following days weren't any easier. My parents came early in the morning, and they kept having that pained look over their faces. Dad brought a book with him, and we watched a movie together… it had been a bit since we both sat down together and spent some quality time… Although we watched a comedy, my mind still couldn't focus on the movie… My mind, as usual, drifted into its deepest thoughts.

Across the room, my mother was working on some editing report for her SIP company. My father kept holding my arm, but soon, they both had to leave.

Dad's phone rang furiously.

'Christian…' He answered the phone in a different tone.

'Hey… it's me… Elliot…'

'What is it Elliot?' Dad answered in panic mode.

'Listen is Ana there?'

'Yeah why?'

'Clarissa… she's having a miscarriage… Kate needs Ana.' Uncle Elliot replied while dad took the phone outside.

Christian's POV

His words kept ringing into my ears… Clarissa? Pregnant? Since when? And a miscarriage?

'Christian…are you still there?' Elliot urged again.

'Yeah…yeah…' I replied. 'Listen, we're at the hospital… We had to admit Sera…'

'What? Is she ok?'

'Hopefully she will be…' I replied as I stared at the window to where my daughter was.

'Please Christian… could you both come down for a second? We need someone to take Ava for us… and Kate… Kate needs Ana…' He begged.

'Um… I'll see what we can do Elliot… but our kid needs us as well…'

'It won't be long Christian… we just need you to take Ava for a second…'

'Ok, ok… We're coming down, but I'll only take Ava up to my daughter… she needs me Elliot…'

'Thanks Christian.' He panicked before hanging up.

I went back to her room, and Ana immediately knew that there was something wrong. I motioned her to talk outside for a moment. Sera, didn't even notice what was happening around her… she was still playing with her fingers, and little did she realise I moved away from her…

'What is it Christian?'

'It's Elliot… Clarissa is having a miscarriage?'

'What? She's pregnant?'

'Apparently so!' I replied still in disbelief. 'Kate needs you, and I have to bring Ava up here…'

'What about our daughter?'

'I'm going down to bring Ava and I'll be back up shortly…' I replied as I went back to my daughter's room.

I looked at her… and she was still lost in her own little world… Her eyes were dull, and her expressions were lifeless. She looked like a statue that moved only to do the littlest things. I felt horrible having to take her away from her thoughts… but I couldn't just leave her.

'Sera?' I asked as I moved forward. I saw her eyes shift in an instant… she went into defensive mode, but soon recovered.

'Yes dad?'

'Your mother and I have to go to the emergency room for a second… Clarissa…'

'She's not having the baby now… is she?' She asked almost surprised. 'It's only been what? 4 months?'

'You knew about the pregnancy?'

'Yeah… she told me on New Year's Eve…' She replied slowly.

'Why didn't you say something?'

'It wasn't my place daddy!'

'You're right… I'm sorry…' I replied. 'She's having a miscarriage, and Aunt Kate and Uncle Elliot needs us to take Ava… We'll be right back.'

'Don't worry dad… you need a break…' She smiled.

'If you need anything, just call me… I'm taking my phone with me…'

'Yes dad…'

Sera's POV

They immediately left, and soon was left to my own confines… where I could think about everything… or nothing…

John F. Kenned once said

"Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal."

As humans, we all want to have everything… We want to make everything ours… and yet… we never fully success… we resort to wars between countries… we resort to wars within ourselves… and yet… nothing ever works.

'Well good morning…' A young patient said as she came into my room. '…heard that the billionaire's daughter is here...' She smiled as she came forward and took a nearby seat. 'I'm Nancy Smith.'

'I'm Sera Grey…' I smiled.

'Congratulations, you really shook them up around here. I'm impressed, for a beginner you did great… and having your father being the largest funder of this hospital and most importantly the billionaire's daughter, truly did some effect! Been here 2 weeks, it's not as bad as hospitals go… last one I was in was real dumb.'

'How many have you been in?'

'4 counting this. Took me 7 months to get out of the last one.'

'7 months?' I exclaimed.

'Yeah… took me a lot of time to calm them. See, they like to think they can cure you. So you put on enough weight till they think you're better, once you're out, you'll lose it again… no big deal…' She proudly answered.

'…and how come you're back?'

'I got careless…they got some new therapy sessions they'd like to try on me…see if they can cure my bulmirexia.'

'What's that?'

'I got a lot to teach you… it is binging then getting rid of it… it's like eating through the refrigerator, then hit in the pizza joints, McDonald's, KFC, wherever you can eat you eat. I can eat up to three weeks nonstop… I can win awards.' She continued.

'If you eat like that, then how come… I mean… how come you don't weigh 500 pounds?' I reasoned.

'Vomiting…' She replied.

'I'd rather not eat…' I said as I let my head fall backwards to the pillow.

'So would I… but... um... I can't help it. Sometimes I heave up to ten times a day…. Doctors tell me it's dangerous…. But… um… it's better than being fat…So what are you here for…to get cured?' She asked.

'My parents put me in… I want to get out.'

'Well, if you want to get out, there are some tricks you have to learn. They watch you like a hawk around here… they see what you eat… weigh you every day…and your situation is worse… you are the daughter of a very big headed man…' She smiled, while Flynn entered the room.

'Hi Nancy.' He smiled. 'How are you doing?'

'I'm great…' She replied as she stood up. 'I've never been better!' She continued while she winked at me.

'The nurses want you in your room.' He continued while he went forward to the desk and wrote something on my chart.

She moved forward and whispered in my ear. 'Stick with me you know…' She smiled as she moved towards the door. '…and don't waste your time with the nurses, they're um… not worth it… the doctors are more sympathetic…' She smiled.

'Ok.'

'Later.' She waved as she left the room.

'I see you made a new friend.' Flynn smiled.

'Yeah… she seems nice…'

'She is… she's very sick though…' He replied as he moved forward and took his seat on the edge of the bed. 'Where are you parents?'

'Clarissa… she's having a miscarriage… and Uncle Elliot and Aunt Kate needed someone to watch Ava… dad will soon be back up…'

'How are you feeling?' He asked.

'You know… there should be a manual how to start a therapy session…' I replied. 'It gets a bit tiring always hearing the same line...'

'Mhmm… true… what do you suggest Sera?'

'I don't know…' I replied while he took a sip from his coffee.

'You want some?' He offered.

'No thanks… you put way too much sugar in it!' I smiled.

'You need it…'

'They're just trying to get me fat…'

'I'm not trying to get you fat… I'm trying to keep you alive.' He reasoned, as he sat the cup on the cabinet beside my bed.

'I don't want to talk about that…'

'Then what do you want to talk about?' He asked again, while I remained quiet. I felt his eyes staring at me… I wanted it all to end… for a moment I just wanted some time. 'Have you put on any weight this week?'

'Can we ever talk about anything besides my weight?'

'Sure… sure…' He smiled, while he searched for my eyes. '… Like what Sera?' he asked again. 'Heard you have been disconnecting your IV's, and removed your tube 5 times...'

'John... Please... I don't want to talk about that...' I begged.

'Ok... then tell me... what do you want to talk about?'

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