Chapter 3 Hospital

• A dazzling light dawned on me. I blinked my eyes for a couple of times until I finally adjusted my sight to a luminous light. I feel the weight of my body and the pain in my head. I was not familiar with the area where I was, but when I saw the devices next to me, I knew already. It is not clear to me how I got here, nor is it clear in my mind what happened last before I lost consciousness.
• "Cyreese! Thank God you're okay." I looked at the door when I heard a voice from here.
• "Celest."
• I did not expect to see her. A beautiful pair of clothes covers her body, and I don't even know, but it's definitely a famous and expensive dress. How is she here? She appeared to hear my question and responded.
• "Levi called Mom when the incident happened. They couldn't go because their flight was early, and I just missed my flight in the afternoon because I'm still finishing a project. How are you feeling? Do you need something?"
• She continued on, obviously concerned about me. I took her hand in mine and stroked it. I can't help but feel joy in my heart; I don't remember the last time someone worried me like this since my mother and father died, so my heart is softening.
• I'm used to Celest being considerate; she treats me like her younger sister, even though there was a time when Celest was really serious and didn't talk or abuse me, and I understand this because it's normal for women.
• Just as he inherited his mother's tender heart, he inherited his father's seriousness. She once told me that she wanted to have a sibling because she was an only child, and she said it was a sad part of her life. In this part of our lives, we got along because, like her, I was also an only child and only one parent grew up with me.
• "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Celest. Don't worry, I'm fine. I can't pay my bill here, so can I go home?" I said it wearily, but she cut me off immediately.
• "No, don't worry about it. Rest first until the doctor says you can go home. For now, Levi will be in charge of you until you get out of here. I have to catch my flight in a couple of hours, so he will take you home. "
• Now that she's mentioned it, my eyes are drawn to a suitcase parked next to the chair. I didn't know that the Solidad family would travel to Manila so soon. They often leave because of jobs, but I don't know how long they will be gone, and now that I have learned that what happened to me became such a nuisance to them, I'm already feeling the guilt.
• "I'm really sorry, Celest. Please tell Ma'am Mira and Sir Constantine that I'm fine and apologize for going to town." I couldn't look into Celest's eyes as I said that, if I hadn't gone last night, I just had the feeling that I wouldn't have bothered anyone.
• "No, Cyreese, I'm sure mommy will do the same."
• She just shook her head at what I said. At the same time, we looked at the crack of the door, and the man, who was still a puzzle to me, appeared.
• His dark eyes found their way into mine, and I couldn't seem to get away from them. I wasn't dreaming and hysterical last night; he was the man who helped me and brought me here. I don't know; for me, it's impossible to see him there and at that time.
• Sister Celest mentioned his name, and he approached her and said something that I think is ordering and letting go. He just nodded sparingly, and for a brief moment, a dark look passed me by, followed by a cold stare. Celest approached me again and said goodbye.
• I just realized that it was morning and the darkness I experienced last night had passed.
• I was too busy reprimanding myself for lying down here because of my reckless decisions; I'm not even sure if I can call them reckless because this is the first time I've wandered, but I was hurt. I was harassed. And worst of all, who will ever know what will happen to me if Sir Levi isn't there to save me?
• Celest just kissed Sir Levi's cheek and hugged him gently as he left. I just avoided looking at what I saw. What exactly are they? I heard a soft sigh, and when I shook my head at his side, his two hands were tucked into his two pockets.
• He was still wearing the same pants that I saw last night, or not? But now this almost white v-neck shirt no longer matches the polo he was wearing when I last saw him. I could feel his gentle stare at me as if he wanted to throw words at me, but he was still figuring out what I was going to do. Maybe I should thank him and let him know that he is no longer obliged to take care of me because the inconvenience I have caused him is too much.
• Although it was difficult, I forced myself to sit up, and I immediately felt the familiar headache that I felt last night. My eyes also rotated a little, but I still tried hard for the sake of my gratitude to him.
• He reached out and gently supported me, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin fabric of my shirt and onto my skin.
• Just as I was about to thank him, he lifted his left hand and softly traced his fingers over my bandaged wound.
• I was stunned, unsure how to react, and all I could hear was his deep, gentle voice,
• "Does it still hurt?"