The Synapse Between Us ✨ [MED SERIES # 6] COMPLETED

Chapter 39

I've had things I give up when I no longer need or use, but not people. No subjects nor modules in med school prepared me to give up on people that I cherish the most. Sure, deaths are inevitable, but when it's about the people you love, you crumble. And the worst part, you're just staring at it blankly, with no power to change or alter just the tiny piece of it.

"How's his therapy going?" I asked Dom.

He stared at me breaking. "Two months, not even a single progress happened. He's not saying anything, and that's the scariest."

"What did the doctor from LA and New York say?" I asked hopeful. Never na kaming nag-uusap ng ganito sa harap ni Gerard, usually sa canteen kami or sa rooftop 'pag naiiyak na ako.

"Similar to what the doctor here said. Malabo or matatagalan. It's like we are waiting for a miracle to happen." He replied with deep pain etched in his eyes.

I sobbed. "What can we do? He's becoming more silent each day that passed. There's this damn silence I can't fill with words. He sleeps when I'm around."

"I don't know, Lou. But, I know giving him up is not our option." He mumbled.

"Is there any rehab center here in Manila where he can really focus? Or we can fly him to where it's better." I added.

"Here in our country wala na. Most doctors running those facilities already said the same thing." He responded.

"Go talk to him. Beg if you need to. Ikaw lang makakapilit sa kanyang ituloy nya." He suggested.

"Babe, kumain kana?" I whispered on his ear.

"Yeah. Ikaw?" Simpleng tugon nya.

"Just finished. Okay ka?" Nakangiting sabi ko.

He glanced at me apathetically. "Yeah."

Humiga ako sa tabi nya. Kanina pa ako nakapasok at nakaligo sa hospital room nya pero hindi man lang nya ako napansin or he chose to.

"Do you want to get an haircut tomorrow?" I asked while parting the strands of his hair.

"How?" He asked, but he looked uninterested. Moments like this makes me rethink if he still loves me. He never look at me the same. There's this hole or space I'm trying hard to fill. Nakakapagod. Pero hindi ko sya masuko. Chloe even said na makipagbreak na ako, pero hindi ko nga alam if kami ba. Feeling ko minsan nag-assume lang ako

"I'll hire someone to go here. Ano ginawa mo ngayon? Nag-therapy ka?" Tanong ko. But, I'm trying my best not to cry.

"Yeah. Inaantok na ako." He murmured then closed his eyes. This whole month we rarely have a conversation that will last for five minutes. Laging three to five sentence lang, tapos sasabihin nyang inaantok na sya. Tumayo lang ako at binilin sya sa nurse nya.

For the first time in eight months, lumabas ako ng hospital. Nothing change, except this time I'm slowly losing him for real. I went to my condo, it's still clean. I cried while drowning myself of alcohol.

Telegram
Louisse: Where are you? Go here in my unit.

Lance: Just finished my OR. Okay, be there  by 15 mins. Do I need to bring you anything?

Louisse: Cuervo or label. Tissue just run out. Thanks.

Nakarating si Lance within 30 minutes, traffic daw kasi sa way papuntang supermarket. Niyakap nya ako agad nung nakita nya akong nakaupo sa sahig ng living area.