Initially the young woman couldn't believe as she would be compared to someone. It would either amuse her or not, if actually Jude exposes herself as an older twin of the red-haired lady. Not via genetical bloodline. It's up to their spirituality resemblance. 

"Who it could be this ''somebody special' ' that this lady talks about?" An echo enquired her inwardly in her puzzled, mashed mind, containing not only emotions and feelings about the love her of life, besides her arcane crush on another woman which is considered a rebellious act in her solemn, romantic homosexual relationship with Velika.

Valerie was rather absent-minded as she focused her eyes, glued them to the playing twins, who babbled and uttering unfinished words especially for 9 months old babies who weren't exactly babies longer. They would be considered as their physique and age was nigh in the beginning of toddlerhood. 

"Val, is everything alright?" The former nun questioned her as she snapped her out of her absent-minded condition. In the meantime, Valerie turned her head, facing Jude as hazel green met hazel eyes. Face-to-face directly. 

First and foremost, Mrs. Howard thought it was far painful for the young woman to speak, due to the fact that her partner is currently recovering from overdosing with antidepressants.

"Yes, I suppose." She responded to the blonde's question. 

"Well," Jude paused as she sipped of her hot herbal tea, thereafter leaving her mug aside as she played with her fingers as her elbows were on the wooden table as her hazel eyes gazed at Valerie's hazel green eyes, staring right at her soul. "This special person who possess compassion is actually me."

"What do you mean with this?" Ms.Volkova was rather confused as little she did know what they shared in common, besides they were enemies with person, who they detest equally, besides their discernment. "You mean...not only we are enemies with Casey as it's part of our similarities, moreover we grew up with a single parent to take care of us so that to provide enough for 2 family members. Right?" 

"Further, I am compassionate person. For example when," The older woman swallowed a gulp in her throat as she still played with her fingers continiously. "I informed my former fiance that I have a syphilis, unable to have his children as he got mad at me, I was compassionate about that we won't have our own children as it was impossible, pitying me and him for not," She paused as bitter tears welled in her eyes down her creamy cheeks as they already built by themselves in her fragile, beauteous eyes. 

"For not able to have my own kids anymore. I have already told you about him and the syphilis that I had as you can recall."

"Yes, I do." The red-haired woman answered sharply as she sipped of her colder tea with a lucid, lovely smile across her lips. 

"Good." The former nun said with humble voice as she stopped playing with her fingers, putting her hands on her porcelain mug. "That's why I see something in you which I can relate to, Val." She continued. 

***

As the motionless, exhausted yet Velika was laying on her patient bed in room 201 in the hospital where she worked, one of the doctors with whom she collaborates mostly in her morning shifts was supervising her, besides reporting her condition and the food and the drinks that she consumed whenever she needs urgently. 

Likewise the middle aged doctor's condition readily improved unlike the night before, when plenty of antidepressant pills bunged in her mouth, besides her throat. 

As an addition, Velika was currently experiencing a tough headache that tortured her since she woke up as she opened her closed eyes that protected her from the bright sun. The first thing she saw was actually Dr.Miller, the younger male doctor, who helped her when her unconsciousness occured a little after midnight. She hardly smiled as her grimaced face looked up at her surrounding, being aware she was safe. 

Meanwhile, Dr.Miller was sitting on his chair, placing his hands on his hips as his eyes were darted to the brunette. Ms.Azarova's was clothed in patient's white cotton robe, short sleeved, ankle length. She resembled so much the asylum inmates, besides of a classic horror movie mentally ill patient, in spite of her mentality was perfectly normal for a middle aged woman. 

Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with pertrubation as she didn't have any clue how she was transported in a single patient room, where it requires screaming need of supervision. Little did she know what happened to her after falling asleep as it led to her senseless condition. She can't really put her finger on how and why she is in a patient room especially in daylight time when she is supposed to be at home with her partner.

"Ms.Azarova, are you awake?" Mr.Miller asked her as he noted her already opened eyes like windows, offering her a tender, amiable smile as his black eyes focused on her facial expressions. 

Initially, Dr.Azarova startled as she turned her face to him as chocolate eyes met midnight black ones. She didn't smile in return, unfortunately. She just released a cold inhale, scartching her head.

"It's evident, Doctor Miller." She answered cold-bloodedly. 

"Good, Ms.Azarova. May I call you Velika instead of addressing you formally?"

"Yes, sure." She didn't mind to being called casually at all. She disliked the others especially acquaintances to address her formally as she was either the president of the USA or a teacher.

"Well, Velika. I need to announce you the good news for now." Her colleague admited frankly as his eyeglasses were on his nose's tip, observing his patient's daily notes report, where it's listed what she is eating, drinking and what's the progress of her improvement.

"What are they?" Her question sounded fatigued as her drowsy voice floated in the room like foggy clouds. 

"All I can tell you is actually that your condition is much better compared to the night before when you consumed the antidepressants relucantly."

All of a sudden, shame and guilt covered her pounding heart as she couldn't believe what she had done to herself, barely believing that she had consumed impulsively the antidepressant pills. Like they were candies as if she was the child. Her face all flushed like an offender, accused in an atrocious crime that would lead him to a capital punishment very soon. On other hand, she was feeling better after hearing the good news about her recent condition which wasn't as problematic as a several hours ago. A huge difference as well. 

"Oh my," She emitted bluntly words that weren't appropiate to being heard from a respected woman. "God!" Velika carried on as she lowered her voice tone, glimpsing at the other room's angles.

"Everything is alright, Velika. All you need is to chill and relax." The younger doctor reassured her with words.

"I want to be at home finally." She protested as she felt she was about to being cut off by him in the middle of her sentence.

"You are going to be at home. Let's be exact on Wednesday the morning." 

"But it's...excuse me what day is it today?"

"Oh my bad, Velika! Today is actually Wednesday. You should stay in the same bed 24 more hours until your utter recover, okay?"

She just nod her head humbly, swallowing hard, in fact she should lay on the same bed 1 more day until she can be resigned as a patient from the institution where she had devoted her career. 

"As an addition, I would like to tell you that you had 2 visitors the night before."

"Who were they?" She enquired even more puzzled as she shook her head firstly.

"Your partner Valerie and her daughter Shona. They were relieved that you were still alive." Mr.Miller responded honestly as he noticed mix between hot and cold, love and hatred in her chocolate brown eyes. A flame of assorted feelings and emotions predominated in its fiery energy. 

"Oh. Good for them." Velika replied rather carelessly as she didn't want to sob, hence, weeping in front of her colleague, embarrassing herself in such situation as she wanted not just to cry for herself. The tears that built in her eyes were for her partner Valerie who cared for her and proved it with her visit.

"She was tremendously worried for you. Believe me!" 

Instead of bland argues over their discussion, she told her doctor to phone her partner to inform her that she is going to be at home on Thursday the morning, besides she was relieved she is going to be visited by Valerie and probably her daughter later. 

Not sooner, Velika fell asleep again as she shutted her eyes again.

***

Whilst Ellie and Tristan were put to sleep in their cribs for an extra afternoon nap, the both women were wandering as Jude toured her maid in her garden, guiding her as she showed every corner of the aesthetically magnificent gardens of Howards' mansion. In the interim, they were speaking to one another. 

"Whoa! You have such an abundance of flowers, Judy!" The red-haired lady was in awe as her eyes gaped at seeded flowers' bedding in certain soil areas, distributed on their variety as well. Her eyes wide in overwhelmed shock.

The blonde couldn't help herself as she settled free a chuckle, holding her friend's hand just like friends, instead of like lovers or a married couple.

"I know, dear. Do you like actually flowers?" Mrs.Howard inquired as she glimpsed at her face.

"I just don't like them. I love them, despite me and my partner don't have plenty of flowers just like you." Ms.Volkova responded as she exhaled deeply, sensing the pleasant sensation of holding hands with Jude, although she knew right away it would be much worse either if she attempted to kiss her on the lips or kiss her efficiently on the lips.

"That's great. Do you have favorite flowers?"

"Yes, I do. Such as tulips and lavenders. How about you too?"

"That's fantastic. I love all flowers. I just cannot choose and hesitate between multiple choices." She paused as they walked slowly, their feet stomping the fresh green short grass  that tickled their toes. A broad, smug smile spread across her rosy-colored lips. 

"Everyone with their own taste. Haven't Ellie and Tristan seen this divine beauty?" 

"They had already seen it. I made for them flowercrowns a month ago as they didn't last for longer, unluckily."

"Aww, that's adorable. I used to make flower crowns for Shona when she was slightlier older than Ellie and Tristan altogether."

"Mhm." Mrs.Howard hummed as she gave a sign to Ms.Volkova to keep on with her eloquent monologue.

"And her flower crown was made of daisies, marigolds and lilacs. Oh!" After the younger woman finished her first sentence, an inhale escaped the top of her lungs as they sat on the bench, watching their surroundings with ginormous pleasure. "Those great memories! I used to have plenty of flowers in my modest house's yard until me and my partner's presences at work were required as our pearly flowers began fading as Shona was little back then."

"It's so painful to hear it. It's such splendid hobby to garden, besides have flowers in your garden, seeded either in a pot or the soil, embellishing your home, transforming it in a majestic palace."

"Oh, I used to garden back then, in addition to what I had forgotten to mention earlier."

"You used to?"

"Yeah. It was such an extraordinary hobby to have your own flowers and just gardening, watering them a couple of times daily. But now, this miracle is gone."

"At least, I can give you some of my flowers, shaping it in a bouquet for home or a flowercrown."

"It's so kind of your side, dear. Nevertheless, I don't really deserve this kindness of yours."

"What are you even talking about, Val?"

"I mean with this incident when I was so inadequate as you know what I mean, opted to kiss you on the lips though you pushed me away, fortunately. I attempted to ruin your family."

In the interim, the older woman comforted the younger one as she took her into her arms as she clasped her both protective arms around her short sleeved fabric shoulders. A twinkling smile loomed on Valerie's face.

"I don't care. You are a special person."

To be continued...