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Chapter 14: Recovery

Continuation. . .

Mich: (half smile) I love you, Jia. . (Closed her eyes)

Jia: Mich!

And everything went black for Mich. . .

Jia's P.O.V
Biglang pumikit si Mich. Nalukuha na ako. I tried shouting her name to wake up.

Jia: Mich! (Started crying & rests her forehead on Mich's temple) Wake up!

Mich: (No response)

Gretch: Mich? Mich?!

Marge: Jia? Anong nangyare?

Jia: Si Mich. . Ayaw niya dumilat. (cries)

*Outside the room*

Jia: Mich!

Amy: Sh*t!

Kim G: Anong nangyayare sa loob? (Sobs)

Jem: Bakit sumigaw si Jia? (Nagtataka)

Therese: Is everything okay?? (Panicking)

They all ran inside Mich's room. . .

*Mich's Room*

They all entered Mich's room only for them to see Mich lying down the bed with closed eyes.

Dzi: Oh my god! (Covers her mouth)

Therese: Ate Mich. . . (Broke down)

Jho: Gosh! (Cries & hugs Kim G)

A: Jia, You need to move. .

Mika: Tito Art, We need oxygen.

Tito Art gave Mika the mask for Mich to inhale/exhale the oxygen.

Carol: Everyone! Please give Mich space. She needs this.

As what have Carol said, everyone gave Mich space even Jia.

Tito Art: Kailangan na natin siya i-revive.

Everyone in the room was silent, silently crying. Even the Dudes & Bullies. Aly brought the 'crash cart' and gave it to Tito Art. . While Kim, Gretch, & Amy started to take off Mich's upper wear (shirt). (AN: Let's just pretend na may abs si Mich.✌️)

Jia: *Oh my! Abs. Ugh! Nababaliw ka na Jia. Nasa panganib ang buhay ni Mich! Nakuha mo pang pagnasaan.*

Tito Art holds and rubs the paddles with the use of conductive gel, Marge turned the defribillator(the machine). Tito Art started to charge/rub the paddles.

Tito Art: Charge! (Rubs the paddles) Clear! (To Mich) Pulse??

Vic: Still no pulse, Tito. (sad tone)

Marge: Sh*t! Mich, just open your eyes. . I promise that nothing will ever, ever hurt you. (broke down)

Jirah: Mallows, Shhh. . . Let's be strong for Mich. (Hugs Marge)

Tito Art: 150! Charge! (Rubs the paddles) Clear! (To Mich) Pulse??

Kim: None. Ugh. . (rested her head against the wall) Lord, Please don't let Mich die. Please give us strength. Please let her live. Please not now, Boss. Not now. (Praying & silently crying)

Tito Art: 200! Charge! (Rubs the paddles) Clear! (To Mich)

As Tito Art charges and clears the paddles against the chest, Jia can't take anymore. She can't bare looking at Mich, dying. So, she ran towards her. .

Jia: Mich. . (started crying) Please, Wag mo kong iwan. You promised me, d-diba? N-na we w-will graduated c-college to-together?? (Broke down & stuttering)