Chapter Four.

DIANA.

When I arrived at the hospital, I decided to take the elevator this time, as I was too exhausted to use the stairs or walk up to the third floor. Upon reaching room 204, I was surprised to find Grandma awake.

"Ma'am, you are awake!” I exclaimed with excitement as I rushed to her bedside and held her hand. “How are you feeling? Do you have any pain? Should I call the doctor? Yes, I need to call the doctor.” I pressed the button on the wall while she stared at me, glancing around the room with a hint of confusion on her face.

A few minutes later, the doctor rushed in with two nurses.

"What's wrong?" she asked, staring at me.

"She's awake," I said, pointing to Grandma. The doctor muttered an 'oh' before beginning her examination.

"She's alright, and it's a miracle that she is awake. I expected her to be unconscious for at least a week, but seeing her like this, I must say she’s really strong. She just needs some rest and light food, and she will be back on her feet again," the doctor reassured me, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Thank you, doctor,” I said, and Grandma whispered that she was thirsty, so the nurse gave her some water.

"Where am I?" she asked after drinking.

"You're in the hospital, ma'am. Can you remember what happened?"

"I was attacked by some gunmen."

"I've already informed the police, and they are looking into it,” I replied. Grandma turned to me and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh ma'am, I'm Diana. I brought you here last night,” I explained.

"Thank you, my child."

"You're welcome, ma'am."

"You can call me Grandma,” she said with a smile.

"Alright, Grandma," I replied, wiping a lone tear from my eye.

"Grandma, are you hungry?" I asked, and she nodded. I turned to the doctor.

"Where can I get some light food?"

"At the cafeteria downstairs, or Miss Abigail, please take her to the cafeteria."

"I'll be back soon, Grandma." She nodded as I followed the nurse out. On our way, I saw some police officers and some people who appeared to be influential by their aura and attire—all wearing masks.

At the cafeteria, I bought some chicken and rice soup with green chiles and ginger, along with a bottle of water before heading back to the room. As I approached, I started hearing noises from the room, so I checked the number on the wall to ensure I was at the right door. When I opened it, I was shocked to see the same people from the hallway, but this time they had removed their masks. To my astonishment, I saw the president, the First Lady, Leo Smiths, and another man who resembled Leo, all surrounding Grandma’s bed. Oh my gosh, what are these important people doing here?

"Diana," I heard Grandma call, but I stood frozen in place.

"Diana, I am hungry,” she said, prompting my brain to act.

“I’m sorry, Grandma, I took so long.” I helped her sit up and adjusted the bed, trying not to focus on the people in the room.

"Grandma, who is this?" the man who looked like Leo asked.

"This is Diana. She saved my life,” Grandma said, and they all turned to me. "Diana, this is my son, Louis Smiths, his wife Nicole, and my grandkids Liam and Leonard." She introduced them, and someone coughed rather loudly at the end of the room.

"Oh, and that's my husband, Lucas Smiths."

"Nice to meet you all," I said, lowering my head shyly.

"Diana, I want to thank you for saving my mother's life. I owe you one," Mr. Louis said, and I almost fainted. I couldn't believe it—the president was thanking me. Oh, am I lucky!

"It's nothing, sir. I just did what I had to do." As I opened the food container to feed Grandma, loud gasps made me pause.

"What on earth are you giving her?" Nicole asked in a stern voice, making me tremble.

"Some chicken and rice soup, ma'am," I replied politely, but she shook her head.

"Mom isn't going to eat that. Don't worry; I'll ask the chef to prepare a better-looking dish than this.” She said it with such certainty that I intended to close the box, but Grandma held my hand.

"Diana, I'm hungry. Please feed me,” she complained, pouting her lips like a baby, which nearly made me chuckle.

"Okay."

"But Mom, you can't eat this hospital food or from wherever it came from. It doesn't contain the vitamins you need, and who knows, maybe it's filled with germs," Nicole insisted.

"Mom, please don't do this here,” Leo said, and his mother frowned.

"I am going to talk to the doctor so we can transfer you to our hospital,” Mr. Louis said before leaving the room.

"Grandma, you gave me a fright," Leo said, holding her hand while pouting like a baby.

"Oh my Nardy, I'm sorry if I scared you, but don’t worry, I am fine now." I almost laughed when I heard the name *Nardy*. Liam burst into laughter.

"Grandma, I am a grown man now, so please don't call me Nardy again. Even Liam thinks it's funny,” he complained, still pouting while Liam and their grandpa chuckled.

“You're still a baby to me, and besides, you're only 25.”

“Mum, I hope you’re not feeling uncomfortable in this awful place?” Ma'am Nicole asked, her face showing disgust, which spoiled the mood. No one said anything after that.

The door opened, and Mr. Louis entered with the doctor and a nurse, who was pushing a wheelchair inside.

“Okay, I’ve signed the transfer papers and paid the bills, so Mum, we’re all set to go.”

“Alright, Mum, let’s get out of here. This place is starting to feel suffocating,” Ma'am Nicole said as she picked up her bag. Mr. Louis helped Grandma into the wheelchair and placed a mask on her. They both donned their masks before heading outside. I followed them so I could say my final goodbye to Grandma.