I meant it when I said there's no room for friends or any close relationships in my life. I only have empty spaces for enemies—something that I know I can handle because I've been dealing with a few my whole life.
I only know how to fight, argue, and defend myself, not receive affection, get chosen, and be understood. I don't want change for I know even the littlest will either break me or dull my fire. This heart must be kept tough and burning, it shall never be softened.So when he said he'd be my enemy, I was looking forward to it. Not until I learned what he meant . . .
"Mauve, duty mo ba ngayon sa clinic?"
Miraculously, I survived my first year. Nagparamihan man ang dos sa report card ko last semester, ang mahalaga, wala akong kailangan i-retake.
"Yes. Ako ngayon," sagot ko sa kaklase.
I got into a new block this semester. Good thing, there's no such thing as permanent block in our university. It depends on the order of enrollments. Wala akong balak bumuo ng maraming alaala kasama ang mga kaklase kaya masaya ako sa konsepto. Next sem, I'll have a different block too.
"Pumunta ka na raw sa clinic, susunod na si nurse Eve."
I nodded, only then, she left.
Level two nursing marks the start of our hospital duties. But since the capping and pinning will happen later, we are required to duty in the school clinics at least once a week first. This will serve as our preparation for the official hospital duties.
May pitong clinic sa buong university, ganoon ito kaluwang. Ganoon din karaming basagulero rito. Araw-araw, may ginagamot kami.
Bago magtungo sa clinic ay dumaan muna ako sa palikuran. I had to wear my apron and bun my hair first. Lastly, my ID and name plate. I tried my best to look presentable—para lang masira ang ng isang Hapon ang mood ko.
"Ohayō, Miss Nurse!"
Napuna ko sa gilid ng mata ang pagkaway niya pero hindi ako lumingon. He looks like a gangster to me now that he earned four male classmates. Puwedeng judgemental lang ako, pero mukhang basagulero ang mga 'yon. Kung hindi bukas ang polo, walang ID, ngumunguya ng bubble gum, o nagpapaikot ng bola sa daliri, may subo-subo silang lollipop na kumukulay sa dila at labi. Si Yuri 'yon ngayong araw. Daig niya pa ang bampira sa pula ng nguso. It suits him though—what?! No! He looks like a mosquito. Lamok na kakasipsip lang ng dugo.
"Miss nurse!" Mas malakas siyang sumigaw nang hindi ko pansinin.
"Subukan mong sirain ang araw ko ngayon, ipaghihiganti ko ang Pilipinas," bulong ko.
I failed not to glance at him. I needed to give him a death glare. Sa araw-araw na ibinigay ng langit, hindi ko siya nakitang baba ang mga gilid ng labi. Nakangisi na naman siya, iyong ngising walang gagawing mabuti.
"Good morning." Nagulat ako nang madatnan sa loob ng clinic ang isang kaklase. "Ay, hala. Ikaw ba rito ngayon?"
"This is Clinic 2, right?"
Tinignan niya ang placard sa itaas ng pinasukan kong pintuan. "OMG. Clinic 3 ako." In a rush, she took her bag. "Hindi ba rito si nurse Flor?"
"Si nurse Eve ang kasama ko."
"Mali nga. Sorry, sorry." She even held my arm and clasped her hands.
I prepared my tools, naghugas na rin ako ng kamay at nag-gloves. I was looking forward to sitting when I heard some noise from the outside.
"Get him! Bro, get him!"
"Kung ako 'yon, hindi ako papayag na manahimik."
"Duwag ka pala, boy."
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