Capítulo 23: Ricky, Don't Go
Upon returning home in the rain, Alla stripped off her soaked gown, detached the diamond necklace around her neck, and tossed it into a box. She would mail these items back to Billie the next day. His possessions were repulsive, and she refused to keep them.
After closing the box, she stepped into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, and immersed herself. As she scrubbed her face and back vigorously with a bath ball, her skin grew red. Only then did she gaze at her reflection in the mirror. Once her makeup was removed, all that remained was a sickly pallor, devoid of any vitality. Her eyes were particularly gloomy, devoid of life.
She was blind to the light, immune to warmth. Like a filthy ant, anyone could step on her. Yet, she too was a dignified human...
"Dignity." Alla mulled over the word, laughing at herself. Since the moment she sold herself to Casiano, she had forfeited her dignity. She dried her hair and lay in bed, succumbing to her fatigue and falling into a deep sleep.
Having been soaked in the rain, her condition had worsened significantly. She slept until the next afternoon. Maggie, who had worked the night shift and slept till the afternoon, found that Alla was still asleep even after she had prepared the meals. This made her suspicious.
Maggie quickly opened Alla's bedroom door and walked in. Seeing Alla's feverish face, she hastily reached out to touch her forehead. It was burning hot...
She promptly lifted Alla from the bed, "Alla, you have a high fever. Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."
In her fever-induced delirium, Alla subconsciously resisted, "No hospital..."
"How can we not go to the hospital when you are this sick?" Maggie dismissed Alla's refusal, carried her on her back, and rushed to the hospital in her car.
After an emergency treatment, an IV drip, and a respirator, Alla's condition was slightly stabilized. Maggie knew Alla had a congenital heart condition. A simple fever could cause oxygen deficiency. She insisted on a respirator for Alla, fearing she couldn't withstand the fever.
It was late into the night before Alla's high fever gradually subsided. Maggie sighed in relief. After requesting a two-day leave via her phone, she sat by Alla's hospital bed, silently watching over her.
Both of them were brought to the orphanage at around one year old. Apart from the orphanage director, they only had each other. Maggie raised her hand to touch Alla's pale face. Sighing with a tinge of heartache, she thought about how Alla had such ill-luck. The two men she encountered were scumbags. She spent her youth on them, only to end up badly hurt...
In her feverish sleep, Alla dreamily saw a boy extending a pair of blood-covered hands towards her. His face was filled with pain, and his mouth moved as if he was saying something. Alla couldn't hear him clearly from the distance. She moved closer subconsciously, "What did you say?"
Suddenly, the boy stopped speaking. His clean and clear eyes stared at her intensely. A downpour began, washing the blood off the boy's face. It was then Alla recognized his face. She anxiously lunged forward, shouting, "Ricky!"
The scene suddenly shifted, and the boy disappeared. She saw herself kneeling outside the nightclub. A man holding a black umbrella stood in front of her, looking down and asked her, "Are you clean?"
As she nodded with flushed cheeks and gently placed her hand into his, she saw that his hand turned into a pair of blood-soaked hands. The man in front of her also transformed into a ferocious boy. His eyes were red as he held her neck, screaming at her, "Alla! Why did you sell yourself to him? Why did you betray me? Why did you do this?!"
Alla shook her head desperately. It wasn't like that, it wasn't... She yelled loudly, tried to explain, but the boy pushed her away fiercely and turned to leave. Alla chased after him, grabbed his clothes, crying and shouting, "Ricky, don't go!"
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