Change of Heart

Chapter 28

Tristan

 

Do you know that feeling when a large weight is pressing you down and you wake up with a very sharp headache? My left temple was throbbing painfully along with a little stinging on my right lip. I slowly opened my eyes, but the light was almost blinding. I blinked my eyes a couple of times before I was finally able to open them widely. I scanned the room. For a minute there, it felt like the room was spinning and was slowly coming into a stop as I gained a little bit of spirit. Where am I? I wasn’t in my room. This wasn’t my bed. In fact, this looked like a hospital bed with a notch at the side to adjust or elevate the head part.

I looked to my right and was surprised to see my brother Michael propped against the white blank wall and Marcus sleeping while sprawled on the bench.

“Where am I?” I immediately raised my body up and a sharp pain tormented my head. I reminded myself to take it easy. This hangover was bad enough already.

Michael woke up from his light sleep. “Oh, kuya, you’re awake!”

“Where am I?” I massaged my temples and found out that I had been hit there and partly the reason behind my headache was the bruise I got at my temple. Slowly, everything came back to me. I got stupidly drunk and got into a fight with Dennis.

I couldn’t help but get mad when he called Erica a bitch in front of me. Erica might’ve broken my heart, but she’s didn’t deserve to be called such. I was already heavily influenced by alcohol. I just seemed to have lost it and I wasn’t able to control myself from tackling Dennis.

“You’re in the hospital, kuya.” Michael said, while offering me a glass of water which seemed to be prepared for the moment I wake up.

“You guys are exaggerating this.” I said. “I know I’m drunk and all, but you didn’t have to bring me to a hospital. I’m fine. So what I received a little bruise or two. You should’ve just brought me at home.”

“Yes, you’re fine, kuya. But your friend is not.” Michael said ominously.

“Shit.” I hissed. “Don’t tell me I got Dennis really hard.”

“Ummm. It’s not Dennis.” Michael replied. “It’s a girl.”

“A girl? Did I hit a girl?” I squinted as if it helped restoring my vague memories. I remembered hitting Dennis square in the face, but what if the next punches I threw did not really hit him. Possibly, I’ve hit a girl? Oh shit!

“No, kuya. But I know she was one of your friends.”

 “I don’t remember being with a girl at the bar. It was just Marcus, Gio and Dennis. Marcus’ girlfriend wasn’t even there.”

“No, it was that girl that Kuya Simon picked to be a benefactor of our foundation.” Michael explained. He looked at me as if I was going to pick up things, but I really don’t understand what he was talking about. My brother didn’t make sense at all. How much memory have I lost since I passed out? Why can’t I remember ever meeting a girl who was a benefactor of Alcala Foundation? Maybe I lost consciousness and woke up in a different dimension? Or maybe, my brother is just kidding around. But I doubt that, Michael was a serious type of person. Sometimes, I even question his lack of sense of humour.