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I'm currently inside the hospital.

Gladly, a kind married couple offers us a help for Chance to get to the hospital. And the good thing is, they are both neurologists. We meet them on the street, where the incident happened. It was a coincidence that they were crossing the road at that place. But I'm thankful for it.

I've already called Chance's sister, informing her that Chance got injured because of the incident.

And it is my fault. Everything is my entire fault. I am the one who should be inside the operating room. I am the one who should be bleeding. It should be on me.

I have the feeling that this is planned. Not an accident. If this incident is caused by the other Mafias, then this is the declaration of war. They've pulled the trigger first, and I have no choice but wield my sword.

I will hunt them and make them pay for the damage they have caused.

"Nat." I hear Ate Marielle's voice beside me. Because of my deep thoughts, I never noticed that she's already here.

I stand up immediately and bow my head. "I'm sorry." The first thing I say. "It's all my fault. Please blame everything to me."

"Nat," she calls my name in a soothing tone and suddenly embraces me. "It must have been hard for you, but believe me when I say that it is not your fault."

"But, because of me, Chance is not fine."

"I'm sure he'll be fine." She answers while patting my back. "Trust Chance, Natsumi. My younger brother took the crash because he's confident that he will survive. A simple car accident won't kill him."

I never mind replying to her kind words, but to smile weakly. Her words are comforting and light. Even her caresses; her hands feels like an angel is near me. Chance have a nice sister.

"Also, Nat." She adds, "If Chance couldn't save from that scene, I would kill him myself."

I chuckle. "Please don't be like that." I say, resting my head to her shoulder. I'm tired. "Thank you, the weights on my shoulder are gone."

"No biggies, Natsumi. After all, you're like a little sister to me now."

"I appreciate that." I reply.

A few moments, the doctor comes outside and brings a good news. She tells that Chance's status is stable. Then they moved Chance inside a private room.

"Ayaw mo munang umuwi?" Ate Marielle asks me as we enter the private room. "Para makapagbihis ka."

I check myself. As I look to my form, blood is strewed on my uniform. It's Chance's blood. How pitiful. I wonder, how much blood that Chance shed?

I shake my head. "I'll stay." And give her a convincing grin.

She sighs, "Okay, then. Ako na lang ang uuwi. Ipagdadala na lang kita ng damit, ha?"

I grin, "I'm grateful for your benevolence." and bow, showing my sincere gratitude. "And I apologize for all the trouble I've caused to your family."

"You don't need to bow, Nat." She says, "I'm only doing a simple thing."

"I'm sorry. It became my habbit."

"You're saying sorry too much."

"Sorry." I simply answer.

"Natsumi?" Ate Marielle laughs, "You're funny. But anyway, I have to leave."

"Please take care." I politely say, and then she leaves.

I sigh, turning around. I look at Chance. He doesn't look fine. But the doctor says that he's now stable. His head is bandaged; he receives some severe injuries; broken arm and leg; minor fractures on his lower back bone.

Thinking all those pains, it's a burden for me. Why does he have to suffer like this? And to have a second thought, that hit was meant for me. But Chance took it instead.

Rather being happy for his heroic deed, I only gain guilts on my chest. Feeling guilt is worse than being on the death's door.

I hope I can do something for him. I hope I can make his pain light. I hope I have the magic to cure him instantly. I hope . . . I hope.

In the middle of my vain, all of the sudden, the door squeaks open. It alarms me because the aura of the person who came is heavy. It's like my father's.

Since this person's aura is disturbing, I should show also that I'm serious. I stand up, slowly opening my nerves.

I look around. And I sight a middle-aged man wearing an expensive black suit.

"Who are you?" The moment he speaks, I see a glimpse of snow storm for a moment. I got torpid for few seconds and can't answer immediately.

What an overwhelming aura. But his aura can't frighten me easily.

"I'm asking you a question, young lady." With an authority to his voice, he states.

I nod my head down, giving the man a respect. "I ask a dispense for my sick manner, sir. As for my response to your question, I am . . ." I pause for a moment. Will I need to tell him my real name? I am now aware who's this man in front me. He is Chance's father. "Natsumi Twain." I manage to reply while keeping my voice normal.

"Natsumi Twain." He states my name in a slow manner. It's like as though he finds something. "Your family name brings back some memories on my mind."

I raise my head up and gaze straightly to his father. I stay silent. I feel so perturbed. Something is off, and I can't tell what.

"So then," the man incites, "why does a daughter of the White Nation was saved by my son?"

I prevent myself to gasp. That's it. He declares it already.

"Why can't you tell? Am I right, young lady?" I nod reluctantly as my response. "Matagal-tagal ko na rin hindi nakikita ang ama mo. Ikomusta mo na lang ako sa kanya, hija."

"Pardon me for asking this, sir, but how did you know about the White Nation?"

He grins sideways, "Since you are curious, I'll answer your question." I fix my attention to him as I inhale silently. "The reason why I know about your family, is because I was once an executive member of the Black Society. As well as my wife—Chance's deceased mother."

I hold my breath to the mind-blowing revelation. I blink how many times. I can't absorb what he have said. His parents were Black Society's member? Not only a member, they were executives.

"I quitted in the Mafia to have a peaceful life with my family. But I was wrong. Still, my wife died."

"Do you know who are culprit?" I inquire. If the White Nation is involve here, then it may be the end of everything.

"Sadly, no. It's because I don't have any connection." He responds with a sigh, "Needing a help from a Mafia is not requisite."

"Then, if you allow me, I could help you, sir." I offer.

"Really, Miss Twain?" There's a derision to his voice. He doesn't trust me. "And what if, the White Nation is the culprit, what will you do?"

I only bow my head in shame. I don't deserve to talk back. What if the WN really did that?

"And Miss Twain, I want you stay away from Chance."

I frown at him. What does he mean? "Why would I do that?"

"I aim Chance not to involve in this rotten world of Mafia." He walks further, towards where Chance's lying. "You admitted that Chance saved you from the ranging car. There's a possibility that this all about revenge of the other groups to the White Nation, isn't it?"

I watch him with my cold eyes. I know he is Chance's father, and he has the rights to decide for his son. "I understand, Mister Cain, but that matter is up to Chance. But if I am to ask, sir, I won't let him go, even if the Mafia is the enemy."

I step back—three faces away—then I bow again. "I respect your aim, sir. However, I can't do it. My deepest apology." After I say that, I leave them inside the room.

I sit on the chair near the room and sigh in deep frustration. Why Chance doesn't know that?

"How's life?"

I look at the owner of the voice. I smile a little. "It's still fine." I reply, "What are you doing here, Casey? You added some stress to my nerves."

"Tch." She hisses and goes near to me. "Am I not allowed to visit him? I heard that Chance got an accident, that's why I came here."

"His Dad is inside." I sigh. "And yes, you're not allowed. By the way, how did you know that Chance is in here?"

"The wind told me." She shots back sarcastically.

"Bitch." I sputter, rolling my eyes.

"Thanks for acknowledging my bitchiness, Natsumi." Casey smirks as she sits beside me.

"You're welcome." I reply with sarcasm and I yawn. "Tell me, Casey. Did you plan that incident?"

"I'm sorry to crush your expectation, but it wasn't me."

"Then who?"

"Beat me." She answers, "Besides, why would I harm Chance? If I were given an opportunity, I would like to harm you instead."

"Hell right." I mutter and lean at the back rest.

"You seem so fretted." She comments and leans also. "Want me to give you an advice?"

"You? Who are you to give me an advice?" I scoff, shrugging.

"How dare you." She counters, stressing the word 'you'. "Just an advice to lift up your mind, duh."

"Oh, so? Well, then. I'll give you the right to speak."

"You see, the other families are now on the move to crush you and your family."

"Then?"

"Then, they will look for your weakest point. And that's Chance, isn't he?" She smirks confidently. Her words hit some of my nerve system. "About the matter a while ago, I know that they were aiming for you, but your hero boyfriend, saved you. Do you know what that means, Natsumi?"

"Yes. The start of the war." I whisper.

"Correct." Casey scoffs, crossing her legs. "And now that they know about your Achilles tendon, of course, they'll attack the Cains, not you."

Another moment of truth shuts me. I look downwards. A storm is about to come. This only means one thing. It is the season of reaping lives and sending souls to the afterlife.

"This is not first time, Natsumi." She continues talking. "This is actually the third threat to the Cains. At the first threat, Myrna Lial died."

Myrna Lial? She knows about her. How?

"Second threat, the ball at the Cain's Hotel. And the third is what happened today. What's going to happen in the future is the thing I should watch. Hah, I'm hyped." I eyed Casey. She knows a lot of things. Informations, secrets, and truths are all playing on her mind. With those thoughts, she can wrap everything on her finger. And that's the trouble. "Now that you've realized things, then what would you do?" Casey asks me, whispering like a sly demon.

I stay silent. What will I answer? I don't know. How will react? How will I fight and move? I don't know.

"Take time to think. You still have plenty of time to analyze." And then she stands up, ready to go.

"Casey," I call and she stops on her tracks. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" She talks slowly with a sneer to her voice. "How about you? Who are you?"

"I . . . don't know." I say in low tone.

"Geh." She whizzes. "I don't know also. I mean, who I am." Casey says darkly and coldly. And I saw myself to her. It's still a mystery to me that who I am. "Tell me, Natsumi. Who am I to your eyes?"

"You're like a two-faced doll to me." I reply.

"Heh, really?" says Casey, "I'm sorry, but you're mistaken on one thing."

"What's it?"

"The doll word." I lift a brow, waiting her next words. "I am no doll, that isn't me. I'm a two-faced voodoo doll. Remember that, Miss Twain." After stating those, she sends her regards to Chance and leaves.

I hear the door opens, "I'm going." Chance's father declares.

"Please do take care." I say as I bow. He nods his head once and walks away.

I go back inside the room to check Chance's condition.

I sit on the chair as I hold his hand. "Please, wake up faster." I say on my mind.

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Hours, days, and week has passed, he is still not awake. I'm attending class, and after the dismissal time, I'm asking Kuya Mike to send me to hospital.

Sean, Justine, Yaehl, and Kieffer are always present accompany me. Even Chance's father, though it's bit awkward when he's there.

The doctor says that Chance is in the state of minor coma. And in only a month or less, his eyes will open.

I hold his hand and repose my head behind my palm. "When will you wake up?" I talk under my breath. He's taking too long.

I heave a long sigh and close my eyes. This feeling of hopelessness, it's stressing me out. This ugly bastard is making wait like forever. I'm losing my patience. Doubts, anxieties, skepticisms are spinning around my mind. What if, he won't wake up?

Then I'll knock his head, until he wakes up. I can't let this matter end like this. I can't; I won't.

"Guh." I utter in annoyance as I arch my head up. "You dummy," I look at him. "I—" miss you.

I could not complete my sentence, because . . . Chance is looking at me. He's awake. No, is he really?

Remaining my serious expression, I keep myself calm. It's no need to jump in joy and feel excited. I have a bad feeling. Yes, he's awake. But I doubt that he's completely awake. I don't like the stare that Chance is giving me. It's like I'm somebody to his life. I stand up silently, I need to call the doctor.

"Wait . . ." Hearing Chance speaks weakly, and I halt. "Who am I? Who are you?"

Just like what I have thought. I inhale and let my breath out. I grin sideways, gazing at him. "Me? I am your Miracle, Chance."

I see his mouth curls upward. He fastly reaches my hand and pulls me closer to him. "Where are you going? I thought . . . you are my miracle?"

"You ugly," I call him while glaring slightly. "you're just prentending, aren't you?"

He doesn't answer, but to smile. "I'm sorry."

"Then why did you prentend?" I question, trying to sound fine. Chance stays silent, realizing that what he did is wrong. Because of his stupid act, he gives me fearsome worry. "You don't know how much you made me worried about you. I thought you've forgotten me."

"I wouldn't forget you, Miracle."

"Then why did you pretend?" I say full of frustration. "You moron. You said something stupid. You were three weeks unconscious! I . . . I hate you!"

"I see. I'm sorry if I made you worried." Chance apologizes, "I'm just curious on how you will react if I had an amnesia."

"Bastard." I scowl at him. "Your curiosity is beyond unreasonable! But . . . I'm sorry, Ancy."

"What do you mean?" He asks and pulls me, enough to catch me with his arms.

"Wait! You're injured!" I try frail, but Chance captively holds me. "Stay closed, don't go." and says.

"B-But," I cut myself off. What can I do? I miss his arms around mine."I'm still sorry, Ancy."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"You've got harmed because of me." I tell him, softly rubbing my head to him.

"Don't worry about that. I won't let you get hurt because I couldn't protect you." Chance nuzzles my hair, gently rubbing my back in circles. "I'm not going to break my promise, and go live with regrets. I've told you, haven't I? That I'm done with those and as long as I breathe, I will be your protector."

I smile His words bring tears to my eyes. I know it's sounds so cringy, but I would like to see those promises turn into actions.

"But, you stayed asleep for three weeks and more, and what if something worse happened than this? Just because you're protecting me."

"As if I would die easily, Miracle." He answers, "You don't trust me?"

"I do, yet you can't still remove my anxiety."

"Trust me, love. You're the reason why I am alive, how can I let myself die?" He chuckles softly. "And for the past three weeks staying here unconscious, I apologize, because you had to endure all the pains."

"For you who've just awoken from a slumber, you surely are talking a lot."

"Have I?"

"Yes, you've been." I reply wih a small laugh, and gently remove his embrace. "I have to call the doctor."

"Sure," he exhales, grinning.

I return the grin and turn my back. I sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he's just fine as he seems.

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