YOU ARE NOT A MURDERER!

At the hospital where Benita had been admitted, Ivan and Rhoda followed the stretcher carrying their daughter from the emergency room back to her ward.

Ivan passed a handkerchief to his wife to clean the tears from her eyes.

"Why would she want to take her life?" She asked in between sobs.

"It's okay, isn't she fine now?" Ivan consoled, draping a hand over his wife's shoulder as he guided her to sit on the chair beside the bed.

Fresh tears rolled down from Rhoda's eyes as she stared at her daughter's almost bony structure in bed.

"What if the nurse had not seen her in time? By now I would have been childless, Ivan. What would I have possibly done?"

"You don't need to think too much about that. You have to be strong for our daughter and be grateful that she was saved," Ivan comforted.

Rhoda folded her two hands together and placed them in between her laps, shook her legs as her mind went back to one hour ago.