The Mafia Kings Virgin Healer

Maya had just come out from the doctor's office, her shoulders slumped in defeat. Each step felt heavier than the last as the doctor's words echoed mercilessly in her mind. Her fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the crumpled paperwork-another treatment, another payment they couldn't afford. She swallowed hard against the knot in her throat, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears that threatened to fall as she walked back to the room where her sister was fighting for her life.

But then, she saw her best friend talking to someone. As soon as she realized who it was, she quickened her steps as she walked over to them.

The moment they saw her, Vicky's face changed as she stepped back a little.

"Oh look who's here," the other person said.

"What are you doing here, Gummy?" Maya frowned.

"What else? I'm here for my personal business which you obviously don't need to know about." Gummy smirked.

"What did she talk to you about?" Maya turned to her friend and asked.

"Nothing important," Vicky shook her head.

"I was only telling her to get you to give up this fight on your own for your own good. How about that?" Gummy said.

"That would never happen," Maya replied firmly.

"Of course I know," Gummy smiled sinisterly. "Don't also blame me when I win this fight."

Maya laughed, before moving closer to Gummy. "I have always beaten you in our previous fights. What makes you think that I won't beat you again this time around? What gave you the funny thoughts?"

"You've lost the fight in heaven and so shall it happen on earth soon," Gummy huffed as she wore her glasses and sashayed her waist away.

With her gone, Maya looked back at Vicky who seemed slightly scared.

"What was she talking about?" Maya asked.

"Nothing serious. You know Gummy, she was just bragging about the match."

"I wonder what she came here to do."

"Let's not think about that attention seeker," Vicky said, swiftly changing the topic as they headed into the room where Mara, Maya's sister, was in.

Maya sighed sadly before she silently walked over to her sixteen-year-old sister's motionless form. Various tubes and wires snaked from Mara's arms to the IV drips and monitoring devices surrounding her bed.

Their mother, Sarah Miller, sat hunched in the worn vinyl chair beside Mara's bed, her graying hair pulled back in a messy bun. At forty-five, stress and worry had etched deep lines around her eyes, making her appear older than her years. The woman had a distant look in her eyes like she was lost in thought, and even when Maya got closer to the bed, she didn't seem to notice.

"Mom?" Maya slowly called, bringing her attention back.

Sarah finally realized as she blinked the tears in her eyes away before looking over to Maya. "What did the doctor say?" she asked.

"They're monitoring her response to the new treatment, but..." She swallowed hard. "We need to make another payment by next week."

The two remained silent for a while before Maya glanced at her phone: 6:45 PM. Time was slipping away.

"I need to head out, Mom," Maya said softly, adjusting her gym bag on her shoulder. "My shift's starting soon."

Sarah looked up, her gray eyes red-rimmed. "Already? Can't you stay a little longer?" She reached for Maya's hand, her grip desperate and pleading.

Vicky stepped forward from where she'd been leaning against the wall, her short brown hair framing concerned hazel eyes. "Please cheer up, Mrs. Miller. I'll make sure Maya gets to work safely. You've nothing to worry about."

"Thanks, Vicky," Sarah said, sending her daughter's best friend an appreciative look.