Nerve-wracking Romane & Geschichten

Hindi ko maabot at tuluyan na akong nataranta nang may bumusina ng sobrang lakas sa harap ko. Napasinghap ako at hinayaan na muna ang nagri-ring kong phone dahil nakita ko na umaatras ang Wrangler sa harap ko. Kaagad rin akong umatras ng dahan-dahan. My phone keeps on ringing so I try to pick it up while driving backwards. I thought I can multitask but I suddenly stepped on the gas. Napasigaw ako nang maramdaman ko ang pagbangga ng pick up sa sasakyan na sumusunod sa akin. My heart hummered in fear and nervous.

He's holding a tablet, as he usually does, ready to inform me of all my appointments for the day. I boredomly stared at him, waiting for him to say something. Tila nataranta na naman si gago at kinabahan. Tingin ko pa lang sa kaniya ay mukhang maiihi na naman sa salawal. Inayos niya ang suot niyang tie. Why does he always adjust his fvcking neck tie when he's nervous? "Stop adjusting your neck tie when you're nervous. It's fvcking annoying."

She watched the passing cityscape with a mix of impatience and worry, her fingers tapping nervously against her phone. The taxi ride felt like an eternity, each passing second amplifying her sense of urgency. Her mind was a battleground of doubt and denial, torn between hoping for the best and fearing the worst. The ride was accompanied by the distant hum of traffic and the rhythmic beating of her heart, a soundtrack to her racing thoughts.

“So… I’m unstable?” “No,” agad siyang umiling. “You’re grieving. And you’ve been doing it without rest.” He continued in a professional, grounded way possible. “Your nervous system is in a state of hypervigilance—constantly alert, constantly bracing for impact. That’s why you’re shaking. That’s why your chest feels tight. That’s why you feel like you’re losing control.” Natigilan ako at dahan-dahan na napatingin sa mga kamay ko.

I can feel my sweats on my forehead cascading down to my neck while hands were trembling. My heart was beating so fast so as the arousal of nervousness in my body as I watched my reflection on the glass of the elevator where I'm currently standing. Minutes will pass, I will be now stepping on Waylen's office floor. It sents chills down my spine just by the thought of it.

Bigla akong napaaray nang maramdaman ang sakit sa bandang tiyan. Mas naalarma pa ako nang mag-signal ang doctor sa mga nurse hanggang sa lumapit ito sa akin at ang magkaliwang kamay 'ko ay hinawakan nila. They injected something in me. My heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in my brain and together they are as panic with jump-leads. Only now my brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving. And so this day will pass as if I am hangover, not from drink, but from the nightmares that demand solutions.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her face etched with fear, but she remained unresponsive. “Nika! Wake up! Shit.” My frustration and fear were mounting. Minutes felt like hours as I struggled to wake her. The sight of her distress was breaking me apart, and my exhaustion from work seemed to fade away in the face of this immediate crisis. “Nika, please! Wake up!” I pleaded, shaking her arm more forcefully now, my voice cracking with desperation. My heart was racing uncontrollably, a whirlwind of emotions—anger, fear, worry, and helplessness. I felt overwhelmed, unsure of how to help her, but determined to do everything in my power.

Hindi ko kayang pigilan ang sarili upang hindi siya titigan ng mas mabuti. "Staring is rude!" Maawtoridad niyang sambit, kahit naka-pikit pa rin ito. Napalunok ako ng bahagya at nag-iwas ng tingin. My hands start to sweat and I am getting nervous. My mouth is becoming dry and I don't know what to say. I don't want anything that is going to come across as too creepy either. Baka pag-kamalan niya akong baliw! It's creepy.

My heart pounded hard as I watched them wheel my wife into the emergency room. A big red stain stood out on my shirt, a reminder of the chaos inside me. My hands shook so much, I couldn't hide it. Even though I tried to calm down, anxiety gripped me tighter and tighter. I tried to breathe steady, but it felt like my lungs were fighting against me. Her scared and pained face kept coming back to me, haunting my thoughts. I was so worried about her and our little one, Baby Butchi.