I'll Be Back

35

2 months later....

Aiah

Jane still hasn't woken up. Her vitals continue to deteriorate, and it feels like hope is slipping through my fingers. The doctor hasn't found a donor yet, and all I can do is pray, pray for a miracle that seems more and more unlikely with each passing day.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

"Come in." I called out, my voice tired and hollow.

I turned to see who it was, and there stood Mikha. She's been here with me, every step of the way, refusing to let me go through this alone. She's been my rock, even when I pushed her away. I know she loves me, deeply, but I just... I can't seem to give her that love in return. And it's tearing me apart inside.

"Kamusta?" she asked softly.

"Drained. Like always." I answered, my tone colder than I intended, avoiding her gaze.

She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. I felt the warmth of her body, but it only made the ache in my chest more unbearable.

"Everything's going to be okay" she whispered, her voice gentle, almost soothing. "I promise."

I pulled away from her, frustration bubbling up. "You don't know that, Miks. Stop giving me false hope." I said, my voice sharper than I wanted it to be.

She didn't flinch, just gave me that soft smile, her hand brushing gently through my hair. "I'm not giving you false hope." she said quietly. "Just stay calm, wait, and see."

I stared at her, wishing I could feel the same way. But how could I, when every moment felt like I was watching Jane slip further away?

I wanted to believe her, I really did. But the reality of the situation was suffocating. Each passing minute felt like a lifetime, and with every hour that went by without any improvement, my hope dwindled. I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't going to end the way i wanted.

Mikha's face softened with concern, and she moved closer, sitting beside me on the hospital bed. She reached for my hand, but I pulled it back, not out of anger, but out of frustration with everything. with myself. I didn't want comfort. i wanted answers, a miracle, something that nobody could give me.

"Don't you have work? Bakit ka nandito?" I asked, my voice edged with exhaustion.

"I got out early" she replied simply.

"Why?" I asked, curiosity creeping into my tone despite my fatigue.

"To be with you." She gave me a soft smile, one that made my heart clench with guilt and something I couldn't quite name.

I sighed, turning away slightly. "Kaya ko mag-isa, Miks. Stop sacrificing stuff for me." I stood up, walking over to the window. I could feel her gaze on me, but I couldn't meet it.

"I'll do anything to spend time with you. Even my last breath." she said quietly, the weight of her words hanging in the air between us.

I felt her move closer, her presence next to me grounding and comforting, yet suffocating at the same time. "Can we go out tonight? Please?" she asked, her voice hopeful as she stood beside me.

I turned my head to meet her gaze, and there it was, the intensity in her eyes. She was looking at me deeply, as if there was something she wanted to say but couldn't. Or maybe I just didn't want to hear it.