Mikha dragged her food tray to the cashier lazily. The queue was pretty long since it was lunch time, a lot of employees were having a meal here. She purposefully ate at this cafeteria at the hospital basement to avoid certain people. She wasn't a spiteful person, moreover, to her own best friends. She just needed time with herself to heal. What Colet said to her was really hurtful, though she knew she never meant it that way.
Deep in her soul, she understood their concern. They weren't just some people, they were her best friend, family, her persons. She hadn't asked Aiah what they did on the night she was drunk. They came, and then what?
She sighed as she caressed her brows.
"350 pesos, doctor." the cashier informed her of the bill. Mikha took out her wallet from her lab coat pocket and gave him the amount of the charge.
"Thanks." Mikha mumbled as she picked up the tray looking for an empty seat. All of it was occupied, the only one left was near the trash can. She sighed heavily but moved her limbs anyway. She didn't have much time to wait for another table to finish.
She put the tray then sat. She was side-eyeing the almost full trash can. She nearly lost her appetite if she didn't remember she had a surgery and she needed all the energy she could get. Besides, the smell wasn't that bad. She had eaten at the morgue full of dead bodies and formalin before. She shrugged off the horrible memory otherwise she'd leave her food to puke.
Mikha stuck the straw to the juice carton box and slurped the liquid. She started eating. The buzzing around didn't bother her. She was concentrating on finishing her food rapidly so she wasn't aware of a pair of feet walking closer to her.
"May I sit here?" a familiar voice politely asked her permission.
Mikha looked up only to choke on her chicken.
"Mikha!" The newcomer quickly helped her pat her back. "Oh God! Do I have to perform the Heimlich maneuver?"
"No!" Mikha coughed more before she could breathe properly. "No, Gwen. Do not do that to me." Mikha caressed her chest then grinned. She stood up as she pulled her ate into a tight hug. "Welcome home, Gwen! Why didn't you tell me you're back?"
"Well, I'm hoping to meet you in person rather than call you." She hugged her back. "It's already been a week, I haven't got the chance to really seek you in this big big hospital. You know, paper works, welcoming parties and stuff." the older exaggerated.
"Yeah, yeah. Congratulations by the way. Endocrine, huh! That's pretty cool." Mikha smiled proudly.
"Thanks, Mikhs. I mean, pheew!" she pretended to wipe her non-existent sweat. "I thought I'd be dead before I'm done with the fellowship. My supervisor is no joke, Mikhs."
"Hardcore American people, that's just how they do. Don't think about it too much. Now you're done, you're our ob-gyn attending now."
"Yes, finally." Gwen sighed happily. "Why are you sitting here anyway?"
"No other seats." Mikha replied.
"You usually have lunch upstairs." Gwen commented as she chewed her food.
"Don't feel like it."
"Or you had a fight with the ate's?" she said nonchalantly.
"They told you?!" Mikha frowned.
Gwen only shrugged.
"They told you!" she said as a matter of fact.
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Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH
FanficA 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...
