The Wish You Left Behind

Chapter 3: The Playgirl (Part 2)

YOKO

Yoko smacks the ice bag on her cheek like her life depends on it. Perhaps it does. By the way it tingles, the woman who slapped her might as well torn the skin. She swears she felt a ring or two, too. Yoko can't help but groan.

In front of her, Ice is playing with her phone. Her perfectly manicured fingers tapping on the big screen. Ice purses her rosy lips before showing something to her.

"Look," Ice said.

A video plays on the phone screen. With the dancing purple and green lights, it's quite blurry. But there's no doubt it's the club they went to last night.

Yoko puts down the ice bag and leans closer.

The video is of inferior quality, but the angle? It is just right that anyone with a good eye can tell it was really Yoko on the video. She's swaying, intoxicated with alcohol and kissing an equally wasted woman.

When she pounces on the woman in the video, Yoko pulls Ice's hand away. She sinks on her seat, hoping the settee will eat her whole.

Ice motions at the ice bag on the table. She puts the daunting bag back on her cheek.

"The playgirl heir strikes again," Ice said, reading the caption. "Gosh, can't they think of something new or more creative?"

Ice taps her chin. "Like -."

"Oh, please."

Her friend chuckles. "Sorry babe, I can't help it. Hold on." Her attention is back on her phone. "I think I saw a clearer and different angle earlier."

"There's more than one, huh?"

Ice hums.

"PR will kill me."

Ice hums again.

"I'm glad you find fun in my misery," Yoko said dryly.

She's grateful, though. If there's anyone who wouldn't try to console her with sweet words and spit facts on her face instead, it's Ice. That's why no matter how Yoko hates being around doctors, her friend is the only exception.

"Stop being dramatic, now. You deserved that slap."

Perhaps a little too honest at times.

"Don't worry about the video. Surely, your PR is taking this down as we speak." Ice shrugs. "Well see! I mean, I couldn't see the other one now."

She lies her phone on the desk and crosses her arms. "How's the cheek?"

"Numb."

"Let me see."

"Is it swelling?"

Ice wears her gloves and inspects it. "A little. Expect some bruises after a couple of days. Poor baby," she cooed.

"Ice!"

"You need more?" Ice looks at her ice bag. "I can get you a bucket."

Yoko only sigh.

Ice smirks but became serious after a while.

"Is there a ringing sound?"

When Ice nudges her ear gently, Yoko shakes head.

"It just hurts."

"I'll prescribe you some painkillers. You have to take these alright?"

"Fine."

"Good girl." Her friend smiles and writes some notes.

"Thank you." Yoko checks the wall clock on Ice's clinic; 12:48. They got a few minutes left before their break ends.