"I don't think she's sunbathing. It's just somehow, why don't we go say hi?" Noah suggested, and I was taken aback. Noah hardly interacts with ladies, and it just baffled me as to why she suddenly caught his eye.

Nonetheless, I still followed behind him once I saw him walking over, looking ever so cool and calm. We got to the lady's position, and she merely gawked at us and looked away.

Damn, that attitude had honestly irked me, but I swallowed it as I watched Noah strode closer and lean against the iron pole that was installed right next to where she was sitting. "Hey gorgeous," Noah said with a sweet grin, his eyes never leaving her lustrous body, which pissed me off.

The lady just shrank back, looking away without responding, and I almost flared up. Like, what the hell! Such a snub! I didn't like that attitude, and I turned to speak my heart out to Noah when I noticed he was still smiling. Gosh!

"Are you sure you don't need something? I'm willing to help if you do; I'm not a bad guy. I'm Noah, and that's Nora, my sister." He suggested as he introduced himself, and then he pointed at me while introducing me, but that lady still didn't say anything; she just stared at him and then at me before batting her amazingly long eyelashes.

"Hey, beautiful, you don't have to be afraid, haha, we don't eat humans. I just want to help, nothing more," Noah added. I looked at the lady. She was the epitome of beauty. Everything about her was just ethereal. How can a human be so gorgeous? From her shining, gold-toned skin to her incredibly long hair and lashes, her small heart-shaped lips, and her pointy nose. Her willow-like, dark brown eyes and white, watery eyeballs that looked as if they could see through someone's soul.

"I.... I... think, umm. No, I believe I'm kind of lost in this place," the lady mumbled, and her angelic voice almost made me feel mine was not far enough away to sound like that of a frog. How can someone's voice be so soft, springy, and comforting?

Her helpless expression suddenly made me want to comfort her. Gone was the contempt I expressed earlier. "Oh, I see, New York City is such a big, buzzing place; you are bound to get lost if you don't know the place and don't have a guide. So, where is your location? We might be of help; you never can tell," Michelle asked, and I stared with full interest and attention.

I haven't seen her around this area before, so she's not from here. While waiting, the lady looked lost in thought. It was like she was trying to remember what had happened and how she had gotten lost, or perhaps where she had been staying, but then she let out a loud shriek, panted hard, and blacked out. I gazed at Noah in shock as we both looked over at the unconscious lady before rushing over to her.

*****

Pacing around the hallway as Mom and Dad eventually appeared, I rushed over to hug Dad. Earlier, as we rushed her to the Jones' hospital, we called Mom and Dad to report the situation. Mom was hesitant about it; she came up with countless excuses to make us just leave there, but Dad was persistent; he insisted we take her immediately and get her treated.

"Oh, Dad, she just yelled and passed out!" I lamented, still embracing his torso. "She'll be alright, I believe." He calmly said, shifted his glasses to the bridge of his nose, and then glanced over at Mom, who was annoyed.

"She's a lost kid. We are just helping her, so stop being grumpy," he chided. "I'm not being cranky or anything; who knows if all this is just a scam? We know how these kids have behaved lately to extort other people's money." Mom retorted, and Dad just huffed. Dad frowned but didn't say a word. Instead, he focused his gaze on Noah, who peered no different from a worrywart grandfather.

"Hey son, she'll be fine; why do you have a worked-out expression?" Dad spoke, his voice breaking Noah out of his trance. Noah turned to Dad; he gave out a dry smile and a fake laugh, which we all know. "I'm fine. I'm just worried," he responded, turning his head away from us and looking at the operating theater. Mom grumbled audibly enough for all of us to hear. Her disapproving snarl is not fading away a bit.

Soon after, the red light turned green, and the door was pushed open. The old doctor in a white coat, his gloves, and his mask, Dr. Jones, strode out. His expression was a bit difficult for me to understand. He scanned through us and sighed.

"This patient's situation is kind of complicated to explain," he began. "I knew it. It just has to be complicated, so what are we gonna do? Pay for her entire treatment with our life savings," Mom burst out, her hands crossed on her chest, her face looking irritated, and her brows furrowed together in displeasure.

Doctor Jones stared, looking perplexed. "Is everything alright?" He asked. "Yes, don't pay attention to her ruckus, my mom could be lousy sometimes," Noah replied, and Mom's mouth flew wide open in shock. Doctor Jones nodded at Noah and then continued his words without giving any care to the flabbergasted mom.

"This patient has suffered from amnesia, and this particular type is a situation where the patient does not remember anything about themselves. We found out from the head x-ray we carried out that she had a head injury sometime not long ago. That must have affected her neuro spine, leading to her difficulties recalling past events, and it has gotten to this point as a result of improper treatment. Also," Doctor Jones paused, staring at each member of our family.

"The patient is three weeks and four days pregnant," he concluded. "What the hell! She's also fucking pregnant! Oh god! What a predicament!" Mom yelled almost immediately.