Ranting On His Face

I did not have to open the door when I saw a doctor going outside. He looked at me and was attentive to my presence.

“Good day, ma’am. Are you a relative of the dead patient?” he asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows. “M-Ms. Mitch Hermosa. Is she the d-dead patient?” I stammered asking.

The doctor sighed and miserably nodded. He volunteered in opening the door for me. I inhaled sharply when I saw someone who is covered with a white blanket on a hospital bed.

I did not say anything anymore to the doctor and just passed by him to approach the shrouded body on the bed. But when I have already arrived in front of it, my feeling went cold and dark. With trembling hands, I slipped my hand on the covers without even breathing.

Please, it can’t be you, Mitch…

But the buildings of hope I built merely collapsed when I saw her cold and pale face when I opened the blanket. There were fresh cuts on her face and even dry blood on her cheek. Her lips were chapped and her skin seemed so broken out.

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