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"Are you sure about this?" He asked while walking back to their house holding my hand wounded hand.

I smirked at him and leaned on the side to kiss him as I remember what I did.

What are you doing?" He asked watching me intently as I near the tree.

I ignored him and started carving our names on the tree.

He went beside me and looked at what I was doing. I struggled writing one of the letters causing me to cut a bit of my hand he quickly then came to my aid as the blood rushed through the slit

He removed the knife from my hand and put my hand on his palm pinching the sides to release more blood.

"Sit, I'll carve it for us."

I obediently obliged to his command.

"Yeah." I muttered drifting out from my reverie.

I sighed upon remembering our moment together in that dream-like vacation.

"How's your vacation Doc?" Dr. Larissa, an optometrist, greeted while we were on the line in the cafeteria.

My vacation ended and now I am back working at the hospital.

I smiled and tucked some strands of stray hair behind my ear. "It was great. I was totally refreshed from stress, Doc."

"Good to hear that!" she said as she grabbed the cold water bottle from the counter before she bid her farewell and left.

I sighed and took a look at my watch.

I am going to meet him after my shift which is in an hour. I was next in line so I told the young lady that I wanted cold water and right after I have it. I drank half of it and then put the other half in my flask before going out.

I knocked on my patients door before walking in and saw her in her long hospital gown.

"Hi, Seirra!" I greeted her as I checked her IV.

She gave me a warm frail smile from her lips even if weakness is already evident through her face.

"Hi, Doc." her voice is near to a mumble.

Seirra Praelan Mañez is a fifteen-year-old kid with coronary heart disease. I was still under my residency when her case was handed to my superior and during residency I met her and we became close. Before, she used to cry and say she doesn't want to be treated because she will die anyways and her parents are just wasting their hard earned cash but things changed when I started to become close to her and that felt good.

"I want to take my medication seriously. Who knows maybe I can be like you." She said to me when I was about to leave her door two years ago.

I always remember her words that night and since then she started eating well and accept the medicine we are administering her.

"How are you feeling?" I said looking at her vitals

She chuckled which turned out to be inaudible. My forehead creased and looked at her jokingly.

"What?" I said laughing not knowing what's funny.

"You're the doctor, shouldn't you be the one telling me how I feel?" She even pointed her forefinger at me.

For a moment there I lost my smile but managed to cover it up with a faint one.

"I can only diagnose but I cannot tell what's going on your mind. Afterall, I didn't take up psych." I returned my gaze to my chart to divert my attention and stop my tears.

As a doctor, I want to save lives as much as I can but I also know my limitations. I am only human, I am no hero or a god who can relieve the pain they are feeling.

"I'm dying am I?" Her voice was silent as the night and broke my heart same as the most expensive porcelain.

I know for a fact that it is true but as long as she's breathing and smiling it will remain as a possibility.

"What made you think like that? Is it the IV they attached to you?" I laughed at my own joke but she remained silent. Kaunti nalang ay may marinig akong mga cricket.

I gave her a frown as I faced her
"You're not and stop thinking about that." I dismissed that thought of hers.

She sighed and looked at me in the eyes.
"Let's face it with all these I know I am." She said while roaming her eyes on the tubes atteched to her

I smiled painfully "Aren't we all dying?" Her eyes widened at my statement.

It pains me everytime I watch someone struggle for his last breath adn break the news to their family. Hearing their wails and cries made me question my capabilities as a doctor but as a doctor I cannot let anyone see me breaking down. In this field,  you need to be rational and logic but not only you must need those two but also kailangan mo ng tibay at lakas ng loob hindi para sa mga madugong mga operasyon pero para sa buhay na maaaring mawala at sa pamilyang mawawalan.

"Maybe not literally but also figuratively? Some may even be both but you see Seirra, we have a choice. We could fight and have the chances to win and have the chance to lose or we won't fight and lose." I added sitting by the chair beside her.

Napatingin ako sa may relo ko at napansing matatapos na ang shift ko.

"I'll try to fight a little bit more." She assured

I smiled and caressed her hair as I watch her slowly close her eyes.

I stood up and reached for the door

"Sei, if I die promise me you would not blame yourself." A tear escaped my eye which I hoped she never saw.

God forgive me if I am about to lie.

"I promise. Goodnight, Seirra." I went out to her room and closed it.