Cahira (On-Going)

1: Dropping Bombshell

"What happened to our Cahira?"

"We can see through the CT Scan that she had a traumatic brain injury---to be specific, concussion."

I slowly opened my eyes because of the mumblings I heard. White lights greeted me first. After some seconds, my vision became clear.

What happened?

"Cahira," bulong ng lalaking nakaupo sa tabi ko. He just greeted with a lame smile.

Sinubukan kong bumangon pero biglang sumakit ng sobra ang ulo ko. Napasigaw pa ako sa sakit. Ugh! Why is my head throbbing so much?!

"Cahira, just lay down," Nathan said at dahan-dahan akong tinulak pahiga. I can sit! Why is he acting like I need some help?!

"No! I can sit on my own!" pagmamatigas ko at pinilit umupo pero mas sumakit lang lalo ang ulo ko dahilan para mapasigaw ulit ako. It hurts so fucking much!

"Don't be stubborn, young lady," lumapit na ang doctor at ilang nurse. My eyes grew wider as I recognized some faces at the back of the doctor.

"You can leave first. Tawagin na lang po namin kayo mamaya pagkatapos ng check-up," sabi ng nurse sa kanila at in-usher sila paalis.

"I'm not sick. Thank you," sambit ko na lang sa doctor at tatayo na sana pero sumakit na naman ulo ko. Bakit ang sakiiiiiit?!

"You almost died," tanging sambit niya at sinimulan na ng ilang nurse ang pag-check sa blood pressure ko.

I rolled my eyes. These scene is not new to me. Ilang beses na akong tinakbo sa hospital. Lagi naman nilang sinasabi na halos mamatay na ako. I'm the reaper, not the one to be reaped.

"Parang sanay na sanay ka na," the nurse mocked pero sinamaan ko lang ng tingin. How dare her. Kapag na-discharge na ako, hu-hunting-in ko siya.

"I'm serious. You almost died," the doctor repeated. Napansin niya siguro na binaliwala ko lang ang sinabi niya kanina. Totoo naman kasi.

"Just shut up and do the check-up quickly," sambit ko na lang. Ang dami pang satsat, eh. These doctors don't know me.

Napabuntong-hininga na lang ang doctor at pinagpatuloy ang trabaho nila. They don't have the right to predict my lifeline. Imbis kasi na nagtrabaho, dada pa ng dada.

"Mr. and Mrs. Esquivel, pasok na po kayo," tawag ng nurse sa mga tao sa labas after ng check-up. May sinabi pa ang doctor sa kanila pero hindi ko na lang pinakinggan.

I looked at the window. The sun is shining brightly. I clenched my fist as I remembered what happened last night. That bastard. Kailangan ko siyang makita!

"Cahira."

I felt the shivers down my spine as a cold voice uttered my name. This is the first time that someone called me that way.

I am fearless. But this is an exception. However, I must not show any emotion on my face. I won't let someone threaten me. Even my own parents.

"Dad!" I greeted and smiled. Ilang beses na ba ako na-hospital? Usually, they'll greet me with a warm hug. What's with this act?

"Alam mo ba kung anong ginawa mo?" he asked, still using that cold tune. I rolled my eyes. What's this?

"Dad? Parang di mo alam. Drag racing is my thing. This is not new to you," I answered bravely. They know me naman. As if a single incident will kill me immediately. I'm almost immortal.

"You almost died!" my mother butted in. Ugh!

"But I'm still alive!" I shouted. Hindi ko na nagugustuhan ang pakikitungo nila sa akin. They should have take care of me now. Sumasakit lang ulo ko sa kanila ngayon.