THE MIRRORED WEREWOLF MODEL

#11 Revived By Delicate Touch

The news of the Miss USA of all time, Chloe Hemilton being involved in the car accident is all over the internet and TV channels throughout the whole City of New York. It is the last weekend of the month and as usual, the Hemilton's sisters together with their kids are visiting their parents at their home. Charmaine, being the biggest fan of CMA, a day does not pass by without her visiting their page on all media platforms. Just when she is busy preparing breakfast for everyone while also taking breaks in between to fiddle with her phone, she suddenly comes across a tweet saying 'Miss Chloe Hemilton, the billionaire Miss USA of all time, the CEO and founder of the most prominent modeling agency(CMA) has been admitted at one of the extravagant hospitals in the U.S last night after a tragic head on collision and as a result has sustained severe injuries.'

"Oh my God!" Screams Charmaine as she throws her phone on the table where the rest of the family is seated waiting for the mouthwatering breakfast and runs to the bedroom to change from the pyjamas to something more comfortable. Now everyone at the table is looking at each other, slackjawed by her sudden scream.

"What's wrong?" Christie and Chesley ask at the same time while their mom and dad shrug their shoulders. Chelsey grabs the same phone Charmaine threw on the table and reads the message out loud to the entire family.

Mr Hemilton immediately stands up, runs for his car keys from his bedroom. When he comes out of the bedroom, everyone was already waiting outside, next to his car and ready to jump in.

"How come I am the last person to know that my child is here?" Shouts the enraged Mr Hemilton from the hospital's doorway all the way to the reception area while Chloe's mom and sisters run after him like puppies running after their dam.

Within a blink of an eye the securities were surrounding the whole reception area with firearms observing the situation and ready to act should Mr Hemilton do something stupid.

"I am here to see my daughter." yells Mr Hemilton, banging on the reception table.

"What is the name of your daughter sir" the poor receptionist lady asks in jittery, ready to look up Chloe's names from their admittance book

Christie quickly says Chloe's names with a very low tone trying to make the reception lady feel at ease. "Miss Chloe Hemilton ma'am, the owner of CMA…."

Before she could even finish explaining, already the receptionist had an idea of who she was talking about.

"Oh, you mean the famous billionaire Miss USA of all time?" The receptionist smiles nervously. "Please follow me." She adds

They all follow the reception lady with Mr Hemilton being right in front. Unfortunately when they get to Chloe's ward, she is still unconscious and under the ventilator, therefore none of her family members were able to talk to her but at least they managed to lay eyes on her.

Whilst all of them are still surrounding Chloe's bed, Mr Hemilton's anger deteriorates seeing the state her daughter is in and asks one of his daughters to give him Sandra's numbers.

"One of you give me the contact number of that lady who works closely with your sister." All three sisters look at each other and shrug shoulders

"Wasn't she supposed to call us and say that our daughter is in hospital?" adds Mr Hemilton

"I say give me the damn numbers." demands Mr Hemilton. None of his three daughters are willing to give him Sandra's numbers mainly because of the state he is.

"Fine if you don't want to, I will find it myself." he says furiously exiting the ward, going back to the same receptionist he was shouting at earlier on. Again all of them run after him to the reception area.

"Young lady, can you be able to find me the number of the lady who works with my daughter?" he asks

The poor receptionist is looking all lost and puzzled at the same time but does not have the strength to ask for more information

"Let me see if I can be able to look it up on my system sir." she responds

She could only manage to give him the office direct number.

"Here you go sir." she says

Mr. Hemilton grabs the number without even saying 'thank you'. He calls and calls but no reply until he gives up and exits the hospital to the parking lot with his family following him.

Few minutes after they existed the hospital's premises, there walks in Sandra and Pride. Sandra, looking all worried, she gets closer to Chloe's bed and touches her bandaged forehead while whispering softly into her ear. "Chloe, please get better soon. The office is so dull and gloomy without you."

Chloe still could not move nor open her eyes. Sandra then moves away, also giving Busi a chance to talk to her. Surprisingly, the minute Busi delicately touches her hand, even before uttering any word, Chloe's body suddenly begins to move and eyes opening slightly.

"She is moving, she is moving her body Sandra." Screams Busi, jumping up and down excitedly.

Sandra immediately runs out of the ward to call on the doctor while Chloe continuously squeezes Busi's hand subconsciously. The doctor comes back and examines her and reasurres them that by tomorrow Chloe will be out of the ventilator and conscious.

"I hope you will sleep peacefully tonight knowing that your boss is making a progress." says Sandra to Busi trying to make her feel her better. "And you should stop blaming yourself, Chloe won't like to hear that." she adds

They then both exit the ward but before they leave, Busi insisted that they pray for her.

Inside the car driving back home, Busi could not stop thanking Sandra for her understanding and giving her a lift to and from the hospital.