Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH

CHAPTER 22 - Stubborn

She gasped at the sight of a small human leaning her head towards the wall cabinet whilst one hand holding a pot filled with coffee powder and another hand grasped a spoon. Her body was unmoving and her breath was steady.

She could tell that the girl was sleeping while standing.

She caressed Mikha which successfully made the latter jump abruptly. Mikha was startled by the sudden touch.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to surprise you." Aiah quickly saved the glass before it fell. "You sleep while standing, Mikhs. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." she wiped her mouth. "I just wanted to make us some coffee." she yawned.

"What time did you get home last night?"

"I just got here..." she peeked at her watch. "Fifteen minutes ago. Wow, that was the most effective sleep I've had in days." she rubbed her eyes. "I need to take a shower. Then I have resident case presentations, interns to teach, meetings with the boards and..."

Hatchim! Hatchim! Hatchim!

She blew her nose to the sink. She blinked a couple times as the tears formed up. Her eyes were sore, her nose and cheeks were reddened and she could feel her head lighter.

"Do you mind making the coffee? I really need them." Mikha said with her eyes half open.

"I don't think coffee is a good idea." Aiah put the back of her hand on Mikha's forehead sensing the burning sensation out of her skin.

"You're hot."

"Thank you." Mikha smirked weakly.

"What?! Not that hot," she shook her head furiously. "I mean hot hot. You got a fever, Mikhs." Aiah led her to the chair. The doctor slumped down as soon as her ass touched the wood. "Can you call in sick? You can't work in this state."

"Nah, I'm fine. It's just a cold. It'll go away in no time," she replied. "I have a lot of work, bubby. I already cancelled the skills lab twice. I can't disappoint them again."

"You've worked too much lately. You need to rest, you're not a robot." Aiah brought two bowls as she swiftly took the cereal from the cabinet and a carton of milk from the fridge.

Mikha had her head on the table. "I don't understand why most surgeons in the Philippines aren't interested in cardiothoracic surgery, they all join derma or ortho or neuro or general," she slurped her saliva. "My work is challenging, the money is not bad, I'm tired of being all alone and Sheena will graduate next year. How am I supposed to do this year?" she mumbled, grimacing at the thought of handling all the jobs by herself.

"I want to help you but honestly don't know what to do either, bubby. Have you talked to the board about it?" Aiah poured some cereal and milk into bowls and set it near Mikha.

"We ran out of foodstuff, I'm sorry but we have nothing other than cereal this morning. I'll go grocery shopping later. Come on, eat." she patted Mikha's hand.

"I have, they said they're looking at the candidates right now. It's kind of hard, you know. We're a teaching hospital, they need specific requirements to hire people."

"Well then, hang on a bit more. Let's hope they'll find it soon."

She nodded. "Anyway, can you drop me off at the hospital later? I won't shower for long, I don't have the energy anymore to walk." She spooned her cereal.