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CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

I woke up to the noise from the machines hooked up to me. They beeped and hummed, filling the room with their sounds. Nasaan ba ako? I blinked slowly, trying to see clearly with the light coming through my half-opened eyes, masyadong maliwanag.

“Doc, gising na ang pasyente sa room 214” A woman's voice sounded urgent, cutting through the machine noises. Wala akong maalala kung nasaan ako, hindi ko rin maigalaw ang katawan ko. I still felt groggy, not fully understanding what was happening around me.

People moved around, but they looked fuzzy and unclear to me, masyado silang malabo pa sa paningin ko, my vision still not clear, I'm too confused what's really happening.

I strained to listen to their quiet conversations, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The room smelled clean, like the hospital, with a hint of something sharp in the air.

Where am I? Suddenly, everything went dark, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. It was like the world had shifted, leaving me disoriented and scared.

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“Doc, kamusta ang anak namin?” A woman's voice asks, her voice— too familiar yet distant, breaks through the haze. I felt her presence by my side, touching my hand, a gentle reassurance amidst the confusion.

“Antayin nalang natin siyang magising,” came the calm reply.

Then I heard a door open and close, and suddenly someone's arms enveloped me, offering solace in their embrace. The hug was comforting, grounding me in the midst of uncertainty.

The scent surrounding me was too familiar, triggering memories just beyond my grasp, pero hindi ko matukoy kung saan at kanino ito galing.

“Have I been a neglectful mother?” The voice trembled with worry, searching for reassurance.

“Hindi ka naging masamang ina sa anak natin, kagustuhan niyang manatili dito, wala kang kasalanan sa nangyari,” came the reply, soothing and steadfast. Yet beneath the surface, a hint of sadness lingered, a shared burden carried between them, sino sila? Ang mga boses nila ay masyadong pamilyar sa akin, but still— I can't recognize who they are.

In the room, gentle cries mixed with the sounds of machines and whispers. Someone hugged me tightly, their tears matching my confusion. I wanted to move, to break out of the bed, but I couldn't. Hindi ko man lang maigalaw ang mga daliri ko.

Time dragged on, leaving me unsettled, feeling like I was missing something important. Despite the hugs and kind words, a sense of worry hung in the air.

I couldn't tell how many hours or days had passed, but still, I couldn't move my body. Even opening my eyes seemed impossible, and though I wanted to speak, marami akong katanungan, at gusto kong sumigaw, but no words came out. I remained clueless about what was happening, ang huli ko lang na naalala ay umuwi ako galing sa eskwelahan at hanggang doon nalang ang naaalala ko.

“Why hasn't our child woken up yet?” A voice asked, filled with worry with each question.

“His brain has suffered trauma from the impact, antayin nalang natin siyang magising,” came the response. But that's all I ever heard whenever they asked when I would wake up.

I was wide awake, but I couldn't open my eyes. Rinig ko ang bawat paguusap nila, but I couldn't speak, I couldn't even move my fingers. The sense of helplessness grew with each passing moment, a heavy weight pressing down on me. Despite the voices around me, I felt utterly alone in my silent prison.

I've been lying in bed with my eyes closed, unable to open them or move. Even though I can't see, I'm still aware of everything that's happening around me.

The voices nearby seem familiar, like they come from people I once knew, but I can't place them exactly, hindi ko alam kung kanino o saan ko narinig ang mga boses na ‘yon, but they seem very familiar to me.

Days blend into each other, and I have no way to track how long I've been here in this state. It's frustrating and scary to be stuck like this, conscious of my surroundings but trapped inside my own body.

I want to know what happened to me and why I'm here. But every time I try to dig into my memories, a sharp pain stops me, as if my own brain is blocking the attempt.

Sobrang sakit na halos, hindi ako makahinga. I can't even call out for help, every time I try, no sound comes out. All I can do is listen. I can hear the murmur of conversations and the distant sounds of movement. I'm lying here, hoping that somehow I'll find a way to connect with the world again, to remember, and maybe, finally, to wake up.

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One day, I suddenly woke up, my eyes slowly getting used to the light. At first, everything looked blurry, but as I kept looking around, I could see the whole room more clearly.

It was a plain room with white walls, a few chairs, and a small window. I noticed the medical equipment by my bed and the IV drip hooked to my arm. However, I couldn’t remember why I was there.

“Why am I here?” Tanong ko, habang pinagmamasdan ang buong kwarto.

My parents were right there in front of me, looking worried. They kept asking me how I felt and if I remembered anything, but I couldn’t find the answers.

“Mabuting ‘wag muna natin siyang tanungin, dahil kakagising niya lang,” the doctor said when my parents were asking many questions.

Mabilis na inasikaso ng magulang ko ang mga papel para makauwi na kaagad ako. My parents started talking about sending me abroad to study.

“No,” I refuse. But they keep bringing it up to me, they thought it might be good for me, but I didn’t want to leave.

Days went by, and one evening, while lying on my bed trying again to remember the accident, my head started hurting a lot. The pain was so bad that I started screaming, para bang sasabog na ang ulo ko sa sobrang sakit na nararamdam ko.

My parents rushed into my room, trying to calm me down, pero kahit anong gawin nila ay hindi mabawasan ang sakit. I keep screaming out of pain, my mother on the other side is already crying  and suddenly my vision has become black.

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“What happened earlier was just a natural reaction, lalo na kapag head trauma, but this is harmless, this is what usually happens,  maaaring masundan pa ito sasusunod na pagsakit,  just be ready for what will happen, for now, p'wede niyo na siyang iuwi.” Paliwanag ng doctor at umalis na, my mom looked at me with worried eyes. I looked away and stood up, sumunod naman na sila sa akin palabas.

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While cleaning my desk in my room, I saw a business card. “What is this?” I murmured to myself, looking at the card, but suddenly my best friend's face flashed in my head. This card is from Ace.

My heart beat fast as I remembered why I was in the hospital that day and what happened to my best friend during the accident. Anxious, I quickly looked at my parents in our living room and asked them about Ace.

“Nasaan si Ace?” I ask with increasing urgency, watching as my parents hastily packed their belongings. Their silence only heightened my anxiety.

With a furrowed brow, I pressed them again, “Where's Ace?” Their lack of response fueled my panic. Without wasting another moment, I rush out of the house and go to the garage. My hands trembled as I fumbled for my keys, and with shaking fingers, I started the motorcycle engine and sped towards the hospital.

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