FABIAN FIERRO
“Why she's still not waking up?” I asked Vicente while my arms crossed standing on the bottom edge of Naya's bed, and today is already 1:00 in the afternoon but she's still uncncious since yesterday.
And it's 24 hours.
“Refusing to wake up,” he just simply answer while injecting another antidepresant on her arm.
Hindi ko nagustuhan ang sagot niya. “What do you mean refusing to wake up?” My eyebrows furrowed.
“May ganoong cases, Fabian… obviously it's trauma because of what her brain witnessed. But don't worry she's alive just let her rest, gigising siya kapag gusto na niya.”
My jaw clenched. “I can't do something but to wait, is that it?”
“Yes, exactly. Part of the consequences because you did this to her?” he answered mockingly and just shrugged his shoulders.
I just
