Meem's POV:
The alarm didn't go off this morning. Or maybe I just didn't want to hear it. Either way, I woke up to silence that felt like a thunderclap – you're late.
I blinked at the clock on my wall.
11:02 AM
Great. Just great.
I scrambled out of bed, barely remembering to brush my teeth or fix my hair. No time to even think about breakfast. Just twisted my hair into a messiest ponytail imaginable and grabbed my coat.
The one that makes me feel a little more important than I am.
My white coat. Doctor's thing, I guess.
The Manila heat was already heavy
The alarm didn't go off this morning. Or maybe I just didn't want to hear it. Either way, I woke up to silence that felt like a thunderclap – you're late.
I blinked at the clock on my wall.
11:02 AM
Great. Just great.
I scrambled out of bed, barely remembering to brush my teeth or fix my hair. No time to even think about breakfast. Just twisted my hair into a messiest ponytail imaginable and grabbed my coat.
The one that makes me feel a little more important than I am.
My white coat. Doctor's thing, I guess.
The Manila heat was already heavy when I stepped outside. I was already sweating before I even got to the main road. I don't have a car – y'know, I should get one – but today just like every day, I prayed for a taxi like it was a miracle.
One finally stopped.
"Late again, Doc?" the driver joked as I got in.
I laughed a little, tired already.
"It's becoming a talent."
When we pulled up to the hospital, I did not even go straight inside. I made a tiny detour to the café by the lobby, bought myself a hot cold coffee and stood there for a second just holding it. It was cold in my hands. I needed that.
I don't want to drink a hot chocolate mood but a cold coffee mood?
That's my all-day therapy.
The hospital was chaos as usual. Patients flooding the waiting rooms, nurses running between rooms, the smell of antiseptic and urgency thick in the air. It's really good I got time to grab my usual cold coffee before diving into the madness.
The work was chaos too. Patients, paperwork, more patients, colleagues running around like ants on fire. I saw one of them wave at me in the corridor, but I pbarely had
I stepped outside. I was already sweating before I even got to the main road. I don't have a car – y'know, I should get one – but today just like every day, I prayed for a taxi like it was a miracle.
One finally stopped.
"Late again, Doc?" the driver joked as I got in.
I laughed a little, tired already.
"It's becoming a talent."
When we pulled up to the hospital, I did not even go straight inside. I made a tiny detour to the café by the lobby, bought myself a hot cold coffee and stood there for a second just holding it. It was cold in my hands. I needed that.
I don't want to drink a hot chocolate mood but a cold coffee mood?
That's my all-day therapy.
The hospital was chaos as usual. Patients flooding the waiting rooms, nurses running between rooms, the smell of antiseptic and urgency thick in the air. It's really good I got time to grab my usual cold coffee before diving into the madness.
The work was chaos too. Patients, paperwork, more patients, colleagues running around like ants on fire. I saw one of them wave at me in the corridor, but I barely had