Jasmin POV s
I didn't tell anything about Dexter's condition to Amy and let her sleep for tonight with her own little concern. I went to Pa's room after and saw him in tears. I felt bad knowing he heard our argument and fervently hugged him.
"Claryita…" he tried to speak despite the struggle of muscle paralysis.
"Someday everything will be alright…"
I waited until he too fell asleep and met Nadine on my out. "Hey."
She looked at me irritably and sighed deeply as if the burden of the world was in her shoulders, "Don't talk to me. What a damn unlucky night. Not even a single customer for today!"
I gulped. How could I ever tell her? Pressing back my anxiety, I spoke in spite of her warning, "Brother was taken to the hospital."
"Did he do something stupid again?"
"He was lethally stabbed. A-and…we need money for his surgery."
"Let him die!" she spat. "It's not none of my concern. It was his fault he became like that! Besides, you got a rich suitor. Go ask him for help."
I felt an eerie coldness at the thought of begging Derick. It was shameful enough to reject his affection and still ask something from him. I hurried to my room to get the remaining money I had stashed for Pa's therapy and temporarily use it for the medicines I was expected to buy.
The sky was already peeking in the horizon and I still hadn't gotten some sleep. Despite all exhaustion and weariness, I trudged out to the pharmacy then to the hospital I had just went in that night.