Chapter 9

Chapter 9

SAM faces his fear, and it is almost an hour since he is donating blood. “All done,” the volunteer said to him and carrying the Styrofoam basket with him up to the hospital.

He goes to the laboratory to make test it for cross-matching. He pays his last cash, and he feels awful about it.

Sam recalled that his diamonds could be converted to cash—he rushes to dial the CEO Cameron.

“H-Hello Sir?”

“Yes? I have a virtual meeting today—

Sam interrupted it and inquired, “I don’t have much time. . . where can I exchange this?”

The eyebrows of the CEO furrowed while listening to him. “You just stream for a while, where did you get so much diamonds?!” he asked the poor young man.

Sam gulped in nervousness, “S-Someone give it last night. . .”

Cameron Bussage is still not convinced by his excuses. “Give? Did you know how much is a one diamond on my application? Or did you do something?”

He is blushing but emptying his mind and felt confused, “Y-Yes, S-Sir,” with his trembling voice, Cameron sighed heavily, “go and exchange it at a bank and they will assist you.”

“Thank you Sir!” there is nothing more exciting than this. . . Sam is now going outside, and he falls in line for roughly thirty minutes before the bank officer assisted him.

“Yes, Sir good afternoon. How may I help you?”

Sam shows his phone, and the woman’s eyes widen when seeing his diamond.

“Excuse me, are you a streamer?” she asked, and Sam nodded shyly. The woman chuckled and assisted him in getting the converted cash. “Please sign in here,” she requested for his e-signature as Sam strokes the pen.

“Just a little more minute Sir. . . Sam Ramos.”

He waited for a couple of minutes, and he received a whopping amount of money. Sam cannot believe his eyes.

Is this true? I just strip my shirt off, and I received this?

His lips parted as the bank officer calls his name, “Sir Sam, here is your money. Thank you … would you like me to count it?”

He snapped out of his imagination, “n-no thanks.” He smiled tensely and walked away.

Sam opened his CAM application and texted that VIP user.

[Thank you so much for this.]

He walks to the hospital, and when the door opened. . . the blood is now running through the IV set. What a relief for him. Sam washes his hands then sanitized them before taking off his mask. 

“How are you feeling right now Nay?” he asked, and he kissed her forehead.

Grandma Georgia smiled, “a little better, thank you.” Those words touch his heart, and Sam forgets his problem for a second.

“Nay, I have something for you.” He said while getting the fruits that he bought.

Nanay eats it gradually in a tiny amount. The Mom of Sam speaks, “I will now go home. Sam I will bring your soiled clothes. It is now exposed, also when you leave double your face mask.”

He doesn’t utter his reply, but he nodded to agree.

Nanay Georgia counted for thirty minutes. “Sam, tell the nurses that I don’t feel allergic reaction from your blood.”

Her loving grandson goes to report it to the nursing station. When Sam goes back, his grandmother is vomiting on the bowl. He rushes to her and rubbing grandma’s back.

Sam sighed, “I’m so sorry for leaving,” he is worried, and the vomiting stopped.

He flushed it again on the bowl and the apple that she ate—Nanay Georgia vomited it all with her black puke.

Sam is blank until he goes out and massaging her foot. It is relaxing to his grandmother, and the nurse goes inside the room.

“Sir, here is the prescribed medicine for your grandmother.”

Sam takes it, and the nurse left … he gulped when seeing these same medicines again.

“Nay? Are you sure I will leave you here alone?” he asked, and her grandmother nodded.

“Buy it now, the store will be closing because of curfew,” she replied, and Sam took a deep breath before nodding.

“You can sleep now,” a hand wrap on his wrist before standing up.

“I wanted to watch a mass,” Grandma Georgia requested, and Sam leaves his phone on the bed with the bowl.

THE drugstore’s closing hour is near, but Sam is still in line, and his heart is racing because he left his grandmother alone in this critical hour. He is pampering himself not to get nervous—the cashier calls his number, and he brings up the prescribed medicines.

“Senior card Sir,” the cashier asked, and he obediently gave it.

Sam waited, and he is not struggling for money today. He is so thankful for the great blessings that he received.

He gets the receipt before going out. It is heavy but manageable; upon looking at the next street—he sees a familiar figure with a woman.

Is it him? Oh … maybe I am tired?

He sighed, going up to the hospital. In this lonely street, the vehicles are not that much anymore—Sam Ramos is lucky enough that the hospital is three blocks away from the drug store he is buying.

Upon going inside the emergency room, because it is the only way inside. the hospital. He goes with ease with his gate pass.

“Good evening Sir, where have you been again?” the guard asked and not speaks, “buying medicine—“

His answer is interrupted when a familiar voice speaks up.

“Somewhere,” it chuckles as if he achieved something. The introverted personality of Sam is kicking again because of that shameful moment.

He feels small when walking inside. Going to the elevator … he is blank when seeing that it is still on the peak floor.

He took a deep breath, but a voice startled him, “you will wait for years; go with me via the stairs, Sam.”

When he looked in his direction, Mike walked towards the dimly lighted aisle of the hospital’s front door.

He doesn’t have any choice but to go with him. Even his skeptical heart is having a hard time trusting this man.

Mike halted, “it is heavy, want a hand?” his voice is somewhat familiar, but he is shy.

The handsome Mike Bautista chortled, “come on man! Let me help you,” he offered as he forces him to let go of the plastic bag with a heavy Kabiven.

Sam Ramos instantly flustered because of his mixing shyness and thankfulness.

They both walk silently until they stopped at the door of their room. Mike stands in front of the door, and Sam gets the plastic bag to go to the nurse station.

“Thanks,” he said in an economical manner as Sam gives it to the nurse station. Upon watching from afar distance, his eyes and brain wonder why the hell this man is still nailed at the front door.

“Why you are not leaving—“

“I want to see your patient,” his words cut through his soul. Sam never felt this way because he has no one in his life—not until this night came and a stranger offered a good deed for him.

Sam is worried, but he nods and opens the door.