Mikha woke up the next morning by the sunlight that slowly emerged through her eyelids. She yawned loudly and rubbed her eyes sleepily.
She reached for her phone on the table, her finger touched a pink post-it note attached on its screen.
'Urgent meeting. Here's my phone number, give me your list, I'll buy them later. There's breakfast in the kitchen. - Aiah'
It was only 7:23 a.m., Aiah was off very early.
Mikha got up from the couch, stretched out her body on her way to the kitchen. Her smile widened at the smell of home cooking. Happily, she dug in. Aiah's cooking was actually really good. She made a mental note to never accidentally blurt that out to the lawyer. She munched her food while typing her grocery list and sent it to Aiah.
Mikha entered her room with unfamiliar perfume coming through her nose. Vanilla, her favorite. Nice. The bed was made like no one slept there last night. She grabbed her towel and showered. She still had half an hour to kill when she finished her morning routine before her usual time to go to the hospital. Decided she had nothing else to do, she turned off the light and made her way to work.
"Mikha!" Mikha stopped on her track, finding Jhoanna jogging towards her. "What's gotten into you? You're early." she said.
"Why? Am I not allowed to go in early? You should be happy, it's progress."
"Are you saying that because Aiah has moved in, you make good progress?" Jhoanna teases her.
"Hey, it's me who made the progress. How could you credit her for my hard work?" she replied. She could just sleep longer like she always did but she was curious what Aiah made for breakfast and she had no desire to laze around. But of course, Jhoanna didn't need that information.
"Whatever you say, Mikhs." Jhoanna chuckled.
Colet was the only person in the attending lounge, she was putting some coffee in the coffee maker. She was on call last night and she looked about to faint anytime soon.
"Ate Colet, are you okay?" Jhoanna asked worriedly. "Come on sit. I'll make your coffee." Jhoanna guided Colet to the couch whilst Mikha changed her clothes.
"I haven't slept for two days. I'm so sleepy." Colet whined weakly.
"Why are you making coffee then?" Mikha asked.
"I haven't done my rounds. Need to be awake..." her words vanished, switched over with a light snore. Jhoanna and Mikha exchanged glances, pressing their laughter.
"Let her sleep. I'll tell her resident to report it to her."
"Okay, here's your coffee, I'll make a sandwich." Jhoanna placed her cup on the table.
"I've had enough caffeine for today and I already had an omelette. Thanks though, I'll do my rounds now, have to teach interns after. Lunch?" Mikha said as she tied her running shoes.
"Sure." Jhoanna replied shortly. She bore down her smirk as she continued making her breakfast. Mikha, she knew she wasn't like this, she often skipped breakfast because she was a terrible cook, not to mention, slacker who was too lazy to stand in line and queue for food though it'll just take ten minutes tops. Without a doubt, it was Aiah who prepared it.
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"Blunt or sharp trauma is more dangerous? Mr. Santos? Mikha pointed to the young man among the other hands raised.
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