Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH

CHAPTER 29 - Stubborn ver. 2.0

She didn't cry.

She wanted to but she was numb. Deprived of sensation was her first defense mechanism. She liked to be in control of whatever emotion she felt and to appear tough and no one could break her

She stepped out of her car, locked it, and walked towards the dock. She took out her phone and pressed its button. The picture of the lock screen ripped her wounded heart even wider.

57 missed calls.

31 text messages

She turned off her phone and pocketed it again. She lay on her back, facing the twilight sky. The wind was kind of harsh slapping her tired face. She had driven around the city before she got here.

A chuckle came out of her, far being so foolish. Whatever happened between her and Aiah did seem too good to be true. In a short amount of time, she was lulled by the beauty of a stranger to the point that she lost grip on herself.

She closed her eyes pleading to every cell in her body to heal faster.

Disappointment.

Anger.

Sadness.

They were fused into one.

There was a tiny part of her that wanted to crawl back to Aiah no matter what, to hear her explanation, to beg her to leave that guy—whoever he was for her.

She was once told by her psychiatrist that screaming could help, but she had no desire to do it.

Her pager beeped signalling someone paged her. She sighed at the emergency code. She wanted time for herself but then again, people 'owned' her. She had to serve them no matter what.

She stood up. She was making her way to her car when she saw an old tree on her way.

The poor tree became the target of her fists.

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Mikha quickened her steps towards the emergency. She hid her hands inside her jacket. It stung more but it's better than showing it and having everybody make a fuss about it.

"Someone paged me for an emergency, where is it?" she asked the nurse at the nurse station.

"Here's your emergency." Colet folded her arms on her chest. Mikha frowned and threw her a glare. She wasn't up for Colet's game—whatever it was. At the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of her friend walking closer to her.

"I'm serious, where's my patient?" she urged the nurse.

"I— I don't know doctor, as far as I know we have no chest trauma tonight." the young man answered. "There's no consultation for you either."

"I told you, I'm your emergency." Colet stated easily. "Where have you been?" She rested her arm on the table.

"I don't have time for this, Colet Vergara!" she was about to stomped out when Colet tweaked her elbow effectively refraining her to move forward. The general surgeon dragged her to trauma room number 8 as she closed the door and window in a swift movement.

"Aiah is worried sick about you!" she hissed at the short doctor. "Where have you been?!"

"I'm going to say it once and I'm not going to repeat myself. Mind your own business." She emphasized each word harshly.

"She called me, sobbing, and choking on her tears, asking whether I know where you are. Don't you care about her?!" she pressed her voice but it was getting harder since Mikha was too stubborn.