"She's still mad at you? Clamp please." Colet asked but never took her eyes off her unconscious patient.
"Kind of, I didn't know she didn't bring her phone nor her wallet, okay?" Jhoanna replied.
"What happened anyway?" Belle looked up from the magazine she was reading.
"She came to my apartment that day, pissed off and everything. When I asked about it she wouldn't say anything. Then we played video games and she got better then I asked again, she told me that she had a fight with Aiah for some stupid reason. I know it wasn't my place to interfere with them but I can't help it. I literally kicked her out to fix their thing. The next morning, all she said to me was 'you're not my friend anymore'."
Colet asked the nurse to wipe her sweat. "Ah, there's a little bleeding here." she mumbled to herself.
"Who's Aiah?" Belle asked again.
"Her soon to be wife slash fake girlfriend slash mortal enemy, depends on who asked." Colet explained.
"How come I wasn't informed about this?" Belle frowned.
"You're too busy sedating people."
"Hey! I'm making a living, you know."
"You make people sleep, pleasantly sit in the OR doing your endless crosswords while we're doing the real work here." Colet stated as a matter of fact.
"I told you to join anaesthesia, not surgical. Your fault, not mine." Belle waved her hand nonchalantly.
"So what about this Aiah?"
"We don't know anything yet aside from that. We have never seen her." Jhoanna said.
"Now, it's most likely that we won't be able to meet her anytime soon. Thanks to Jho."
"Hey! It wasn't entirely my fault."
"Half of it."
"Guys, we're in the middle of surgery here. Stop bickering, would you? Colet, how long will you finish?" Belle checked her watch.
"Give me a minute then she's all yours, Jho."
"Good, tell me more about this later." Belle whispered to Jhoanna.
- - - - - - - -
Mikha was writing on her patient's chart when Jhoanna approached her.
"I'm still not talking to you." she said flatly.
"Mikha, it's been days. You can't give me silent treatment forever."
"Watch me."
"It's not fair!" Jhoanna groaned. "You threw me to the garden pond in front of a hundred people when we were in college. I forgave you!" Jhoanna pouted.
"Remember how long it took for you to accept my apology? Months. Besides, it was your birthday."
"Not the point."
"It wasn't just me. The kids also contributed to it." She stated the fact.
"But you were the brain! You made that idea and you bribed them with food to do your evil plan! Ha!"
"Who told you that?" Mikha frowned.
"Belle and ate Colet. Now, we're even."
"Aish! Traitor." she muttered. "Buy me lunch and I'll call it even." Mikha smirked naughtily.
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Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH
FanfictionA MIKHAIAH ADAPTATION "I don't care about what they say. I don't care even if the world hates you. I love you, don't leave, please" - Mikha What would happen if two professionals were asked by their parents to try to get to know each other for a yea...
