PORTIA woke up feeling the pain in her left arm. She slowly opened her eyes and immediately knew where she was after seeing the logo of the hospital on her blanket. She slowly sat down, carefully, wearing a cast on her left arm. She slowly touched her forehead and found out she also had a wound there.
She sighed, I still managed to live. Should I call myself lucky? Maybe not.
As if on cue, the door opened and she immediately looked at the person coming who she thought was a doctor or nurse at first but her lips parted in shock after realizing it was someone she knew…
"Tita Ricky?"
It was the professional makeup artist she met during their pictorial for the yearbook. That person who told her how beautiful she was.
"Wait, I'll call for a nurse or doctor to check on you."
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