I was left awestruck with the recent discovery.

Here in front of me in his dashing professional apparel is the guy I am most annoyed at. None other than, Matrix.

"Teka, bakit ikaw? Asan si Dr. Buenaflor?" Sunod-sunod na tanong ko.

"Have a seat first and I'll answer your questions." He gestured the seat in front of him and I reluctantly sat.

A nurse knocked on his door and opened after the second knock.

"Excuse me, Miss Sizon?" She asked and I nodded. "Dr. Buenaflor extends her apologies that she cannot attend to you today. She was immediately sent to a three-day seminar by our hospital director. She asked Dr. De Silva on her behalf to attend to your needs today."

I sighed. "It's alright po. Please tell her my best regards. Thank you for the notice." I smiled and she excused herself from us before heading outside.

"There goes my answer." Matrix said and grinned. "Shall we start?"

I was taken aback and my eyebrows raised.
"Excuse me? Anong start start ka dyan?"

"Fucking cute." He mumbled incorrigible words and flashed me his signature smirk. "Shall we start with your eye procedure? I love what your thinking but baby, I'm as professional as a doctor could be."

I felt my face reddened in embarrassment and shut my mouth.

Dr. De Silva, I'd rather address him in a professional way since I don't want to give him the wrong impression, instructed me to look into a slit-lamp.

As I gazed into the hole, I could feel his warm breath on my face as he focused seriously on my eyes.

Silence enveloped the atmosphere as he examined my eyes in his own way.

Moments after he was giving me instructions about my eye condition.

"Okay, Miss Tulo-" He started and I interrupted him.

"Clarinet. Call me by my name, you said you are professional, right?" I said sarcastically.

He chuckled and cleared his throat.
He prepared his pen and his prescription.

"Okay, Miss Sizon. It seems to me that there is a damage to your optic nerves. There happened to be a build-up of pressure in your eyes which results to glaucoma." He explained.

My thoughts couldn't process what he said. Ang alam ko lang sa oras na yun, mabubulag ako.

I felt my world crumbled. I already have blurry eyesight due to the accidents that happened to me.

I just didn't thought it will happen to me sooner than I expected.

He must have noticed me keeping silent and with a shocked expression on my face.

"Hey, Clari. Are you okay? Please don't jump into conclusions. " He begged and stared at me. "There is a treatment for glaucoma. There are surgical procedures to treat it. "

I just looked at him, words escaping my mouth. "Howww.. Wa-what will happen to me? Nagsisimula pa lang ako. Hindi pwedeng mabulag ako. Hindi ko pa natutupad ang pangako ko. Hindi pwede to." I muttered, tears already flowing from my eyes.

I wiped them and returned my eyeglasses.
"So, sinasabi mong useless tong putanginang salamin ko? Na wala ding magbabago? Dahil kailangan ko ng operasyon?" I exclaimed angrily.

"Calm down, Clarinet." Dr. De Silva said and held my arms. He was now standing and caressing my arms.

I felt helpless. Wala pa akong naiipon para sa sarili ko. Kakasimula ko palang magtrabaho.

May pamilyang binubuhay ang mga kuya ko. Sila mama. Ayokong lumapit sa kanila.

"Magkano aabutin ng surgery?" I asked still baffled.

"36,000 at the most. With Philhealth, about half of it." He said and I slouched on my seat.

I covered my face with my hands with frustration and helpless thoughts.

"Thanks for the information. I have to go." I said.

I stood up and he watched me leave his clinic discouraged and in daze.