"Nice outfits," Jhoanna examined her from head to toe as she took a seat beside her. "What happened to your old gray t-shirts?" she asked. "Wait, you put up your pants? You even wear a belt! Flat shoes! You're using flat shoes!"
"Aiah threw it somewhere." she replied shortly, ignoring the other question. The residents were preparing the morning report and a second year resident came to her to give her her referral. Mikha nodded, then opened its content.
"What?!" Jhoanna asked in surprise.
"She said that gray t-shirt is old and ugly and she doesn't like seeing me in it, so..." she streaked the writing she didn't feel right. "Where the heck are these sentences coming from?" she mumbled to herself.
"So she chooses what clothes you'll be wearing?!"
Mikha diverted her eyes to see Jhoanna looking at her in an amused expression on her face. She increased her brow. "What if she does?"
"Omo! Omo! Omo!" she shuddered. "You just! Did you just! Mikhs!" she muffled squeals.
"Alright, morning report begins." The chief of surgery who leads the morning report today allowed the resident on-call team to present their report.
Jhoanna immediately shut up.
"We're so not over this!" the plastic surgeon hissed.
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"Please welcome our new fashionistaaa!" Jhoanna opened the lounge and bowed deeply and let Mikha enter first.
"What?" Colet, who was making her coffee, turned her head towards her friends. "How the heck?" she laughed. "Mikhs, are you really wearing that?"
"Ate Colet!" Belle barged in. "I told you your colon cancer patient is a no go. Why am I seeing her name on the scheduled boa– Mikha what the heck?"
"Is it really weird?" She inspected her clothes. "Why are you guys laughing at me?"
"Woah!" Belle blinked. "You actually look really good." she patted her shoulder. "I never knew you have a fashion sense in your body."
"Shut up!" her face and ears reddened.
"I told her she looks good, she said I'm making fun of her!" Jhoanna laughed her pants off.
"Aiah did it, didn't she? There's no way you could do it by yourself." Colet snickered.
"Whatever, I'm going to change!" She brushed aside her friends' contempt as she walked into the changing room and stood in front of a full-length body mirror. She scrutinized herself as a satisfying smile spread across her face.
"I do look good."
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Mikha was standing in front of the TV with eyes glued on it watching the breaking news of the fall of an airplane around Bermuda Triangle. She let Aiah fold up her long sleeves.
Suddenly, her phone rang somewhere. She walked towards the sound source by reflex, making Aiah to get up too to follow her. She picked up her phone. It was her resident reporting a new patient that came from the emergency.
"Stay still, Mikhs." Aiah said lowly and continued fixing up Mikha's shirt. Mikha stopped moving.
"I'll see her tomorrow morning, thank you." She locked her phone. "Ready?" she asked Aiah.
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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...
