Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Had A Brain Hemorrhage And Still Have To Study: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

“Mr. Costa, this is your third warning. Teleus Costa’s ventricular tachycardia is extremely severe. His myocardial ischemia has reached a critical level too. “If he doesn’t undergo surgery as soon as possible, he’s at risk of sudden cardiac death at any moment.”The head of the cardiology department pointed at the black-and-white electrocardiogram. Her brow furrowed and her tone was as stern as a court verdict.I sat on the hard bed in the examination room, feeling as if a boulder were pressing down on my chest. Every breath brought a dull, pulling pain.I looked at my dad, hoping he would pat me on the shoulder as any other father would do and tell me, “Don’t be afraid. Dad’s here. We’ll get through this.”My dad looked at the doctor. His eyes immediately welled up with tears, and his voice choked with emotion. “Doctor, I know it’s serious… I’m his father. How could I not be heartbroken? It breaks my heart to see my child suffering.”As he spoke, he gripped my shoulders tight

After that day, I went back to school as usual. But my heart condition had not improved.One evening during self-study, as I looked at the densely packed geometric figures on my test paper, they began to spin and distort before my eyes.My vision went black for a moment. The pen in my hand clattered to the floor.I bent down to pick it up, only to find my fingers were so stiff they would not obey me.That suffocating, near-death sensation struck again. It was more intense than ever before.I decided to go downstairs to the snack shop to buy a pack of cookies and get some fresh air.As I reached the corner of the staircase, a sudden, excruciating griping pain seized my heart like nothing I had ever felt before.The pain was so intense. It felt as if a dull knife had been thrust deep into my chest and then twisted violently.I could not help but let out a short, muffled groan.The next second, my left knee buckled, I lost my balance, and I tumbled down the stairs.My forehead s

The ambulance screeched through the night.Inside the ambulance, the ECG monitor emitted a rapid, erratic beeping sound, as if counting down the seconds of my life.The doctor was administering emergency treatment, cutting open my school uniform and attaching the electrodes.My dad sat beside me, tears streaming down his face. He kept muttering over and over.“How could the fall have been so bad…? What are we going to do…?”I looked at his red, tear-stained eyes, and a bittersweet warmth welled up inside me.Dad, you did love me after all, right?But before that warmth could spread, my dad’s next words hit me like a bucket of ice water, dousing me completely.He wiped away his tears. Then, he suddenly turned, grabbed the doctor’s sleeve, and asked with a trembling yet urgent voice.“Doctor, my son’s injury… How long will it take to heal? Would it affect his brain? The SATs are coming up soon. If he’s hospitalized, how could he catch up on his coursework?”The doctor who was a

“I don’t believe it!”My dad suddenly roared, shoved the doctor aside, and stormed into the emergency room.I drifted in after him.A white sheet had already been draped over me.With trembling hands, my dad pulled back the sheet.There I lay, quiet and still. I would never cry out in pain again, and I would never do homework again.“Teleus, wake up. Get up.” My dad gently pushed my shoulder, his voice strangely soft.“Hurry up and get up. I found you the best tutor. He’s coming to the hospital tomorrow to give you lessons.“Aren’t you the sweetest child? Come on, get up!”He shook my corpse. His grip grew tighter and tighter until it turned into a frantic, hysterical shoving.“Teleus Costa! Get up right now! Are you trying to slack off?“Don’t you want to take the exam?”“Enough!” The doctor rushed in and pulled him away. “The patient has passed away! Please let him rest in peace!”My dad collapsed onto the floor. He clutched his hair with both hands and let out a muffled

My funeral was simple.It was drizzling that day. The sky was gray and overcast, as if bidding me farewell.My dad’s hair turned white overnight.He was dressed in black mourning clothes and was so thin I could barely recognize him. His eyes were vacant and blank.He clutched my urn tightly to his chest and did not let anyone touch it. It was like I was still a baby in swaddling clothes.He no longer muttered about grades and exams. Instead, he mechanically repeated a single phrase.“Teleus, Dad made you some fish. Will you wake up and have a bite?”The once sharp and capable father who had been so strict about grades had completely turned into a raving old man.Mr. Wade brought the entire class to say goodbye to me.They were all wearing their school uniforms with white flowers pinned to their chests. Their eyes were teary.Sean was crying so hard he could not stand. He knelt before my grave and placed a jar of my favorite snacks in front of the tombstone. My dad had always