Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“NANAY must be undergoing operation if she wanted,” the Doctor said to them, and the surgeon explains it.

“In this situation—we are not assuring the total deal for the patient. We can see that this is not water anymore. It is now a mass all over.”

Sam cannot believe what he is hearing right now. His hands are sweating, “what can you do for Nanay Doc?”

Sam asked them as they looked at his face; the surgeon sighed, “we have two options, we will do a process of taking some of the mass inside for her not to be in agony. The second option is we will do nothing about it . . . until the end.”

From those words—Sam’s limbs are turning stiff. He is biting his lower lips, and the most painful part is that the Doctors are already saying there is the least chance for her sickness.

His mother holds the hand of grandma Georgia. Nanay stays quiet, and she thinks deep—more in-depth than they think.

The Doctor speaks, “grandma needs to have a bag of blood for her body to be ready. We found a certain type of cell that is eating her proteins and there is a clot inside her stomach—“ the Doctor goes to grandma Georgia and pats her head, “—that is the one making her anemic.”

They breathe heavily … as the Doctors excuses themselves. The room became quiet as usual. Sam goes to the window with a weary heart; his mother, Liezl, goes to the couch and texting someone for help.

It is so pressuring inside that all of them can’t utter a single word. So silent that the blowing of the air conditioning unit can be heard all over the room.

A couple of minutes have passed; Nanay Georgia moves and speaks, “if I die? How about my debts?”

The world of Liezl and Sam stopped. On the other hand, Sam cries so foully without a sound when he sees his grandmother crying because of her life for the first time.

Georgia Ramos is the only inspiration of Sam. . . He cannot bear to look, and he goes to her and hugging her head.

His mother accompanies him while she is at the thighs of her grandmother. “I don’t want you all to suffer because of me—“

Liezl cuts the words of her mom as she is massaging while her tears are flowing. “I don’t care how much we will spend … don’t let your debts stress you out. I will find a way.”

Sam is sobbing on the headboard without a sound. He wanted to be strong, but the more he shows how he is okay—the more he is becoming vulnerable by any means.

She is her strength, weakness, and inspiration. “Don’t worry Nay, I will also find a way for you,” from all of his courage—Sam wipes his tears and stand tall from this despair.

As long as her grandmother is alive. . . he has a reason why to stay active too. He is sniffing as he kisses her wrinkled forehead.

Every single day, her body is not shrinking.

“I will donate blood for you,” even he is scared of needles. . . her grandson faces his fears.

Liezl looks in the direction of her Son. “You can still go to the blood bank this time,” she advises, and Sam doesn’t hesitate to waste some time.

He goes outside and picking up himself as he is waiting for the elevator to go down. While he stays with his face shield and mask, a man goes to him and is waiting for the elevator door to open.

He is texting someone as Sam is not looking at him. He is focusing on the elevator door, but the man is somewhat annoying.

“Excuse me?” he said to him, but his voice is kind of familiar in his ears.

Sam gulped before he is being shy looking at him. When he looked at the man beside him. . . his eyes widen, it is Mike Bautista again.

“W-Who are you?” Sam stutteringly asked him, but he just chuckled.

Mike takes off his mask and then looked into his eyes directly. Those eyes and his handsome face—Sam looked at the other direction. . . away from it.

“Why your eyes are reddish? Did something happened?” he keeps on asking until the elevator door opened. It is empty, and the two go inside.

“What floor are you?” Mike inquired, but he goes to the buttons to click the ground floor.

Mike feels offended for the first time. His blood boils in the meantime—however, it cools down.

He breaks the silence inside, “we are the same school and congratulations for being the public announcer.”

Sam’s heart skipped a beat from hearing that flattering words. “T-Thank you,” he appreciates it, but Mike smirked, “where are you going?”

The poor young man sighed heavily before replying, “donating blood.”

Mike gasped some air, “oh … I see, good luck, don’t be nervous. I bet you have the balls with that big syringe.”

When hearing it out, Sam’s nervousness can’t calm down. The elevator door opened, but Mike makes his steps halt.

“What room are you in fourth floor?” Mike asked earnestly, and Sam looked back through his shoulder.

“401,” a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled.

He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch.

“Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance.

“Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

“The protocol is so strict. . . want to heat up?” asking with a smirk on his face—no one speaks up until they keep on fucking all day.