119. WHO ARE YOU?

Lena's eyes were fixated on the woman on the hospital bed. She wasn't sure if Darian ever told her that he looked like his father, she didn't want to believe that now because he was the exact resemblance to this frail-looking woman who had barely spoken a word to them since they got to her room.

"She's fine but I guess she needs some time." The Doctor told Darian, patting his back. "I will leave you with her. Do not force her to talk, just let her be and let her talk when she wants to."

Darian nodded his head. When the Doctor was out of the room, he crouched beside Lena and heaved a sigh.

"Will she ever talk to us? Did she lose her voice?" Lena asked Darian, letting him take her hands. She could see that he was worried and she wanted to be his comfort.

"She would talk to us. The Doctor said she's suffering from severe depression," he looked at his mother again and shook his head. She was so slim like she never ate, her bones were visible and her black hair was unkempt. She looked almo