CHAPTER 27 Call the Doctor
There will always be a time in your life when you desperately ask for something but you will never have a grasp of it. Because as cliche as it will be, some things are not meant for you no matter how much you want it. The only thing that matter is how you accept the reality.
There's this immense silence in his car. I really want to ask him a lot of things but my head is throbbing so bad. My muscles aches and my nose are kind of runny now. It's Thursday, and I still have a day to survive our hell week. Then after all of this, I have to suffer for our finals and I'll be free.
"I'll bring you to the hospital."
"No."
My head was pressed against and gently banged on the backrest of his car due to its function on the potholed road of Mar De Vena.
"I must."
I swallowed and felt the pain in my throat but still, I opened my eyes to see him.
"All I need is rest."
What will the Solidads say when I am hospitalized again?
"Then I'll call the Doctor."