Trickster of the Butterfly

Chapter 5- Just a Little Sick

Mr. Randelo, Mr. Randelo," a female voice had been calling out but Michael heard it muffled. "Gising na 'nak. Kanina ka pa tulog diyan."

Michael opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed in the school clinic.

"May klase ka pa ba Mr. Randelo?" an elderly school nurse said calmly as she was tidying up the work desks and putting medicine back in their cabinets really quickly, like she was in a hurry. "Apat na oras ka nang tulog."

Michael groaned. He felt like he was out for ten hours, but he sure didn't feel well rested.

"Anong... oras na po?" Michael managed to say. He wondered how the nurse knew who he was. Oh, ID, he remembered.

"Five o'clock na iho. May mga nagdala sa 'yo dito kaninang 1pm. Kaklase mo siguro? Nakita ka lang nila nakahiga sa gitna ng daanan," the nurse explained as she organized then put the last pile of paper into a drawer.

Michael struggled to sit up. He let his head droop below his shoulders, his head was heavy with lethargy.

He wondered if he had severely hallucinated in the hallways and simply dreamed the whole encounter with the voice in the darkness then passed out for five hours.

The nurse took a quick close look at Michael's face. "Okay ka lang naman. Wag na magpupuyat ha," she sat back at her desk behind the bed and packed her things into her shoulder bag.

Michael had just remembered he needed to pass his class cards to his professors for their new subjects. He feared they would be as strict as Mrs. Nadora who said she wouldn't accept class cards after the first day. He felt really stressed about that thought.

Atleast his heavy head was already lightening up.

"Magseserado na kami iho. Baka kailangan mo na--" she stopped suddenly.

Michael looked behind him and saw the nurse crouched down picking up her perfume bottle on the floor. She was frozen like a statue.

"What the heck?" Michael got off the bed and approached the nurse, still stuck in picking up position.

"Miss? Ma'am?" he said to no avail.

He tapped on her head. No response.

"Oh sige po. Umm, lalabas na po ako ha."

He paused for awhile in front of the doors to the exit.

"The Butterfly... was real?!" Michael whispered to himself. He wondered for a second.

He went out the clinic doors and saw students walking in the hallways. He then went back in the clinic and found the nurse, still a statue. He went out the doors and people were bustling about the school. Then he went back in to find the nurse exactly the same.

Michael looked like a lunatic with what he was doing. But he couldn't believe his eyes.

"I'm Hiro Nakamura," he muttered