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I blinked a few times. My chest felt heavy, as if pressed with a weight of twenty kilograms. My head was spinning, triggering an overwhelming sense of nausea. I think my clothes are so wet because of the sweat that keeps pouring.

When I look around, I talk to someone quickly. My ears are ringing. I can't think of anything else, other than trying hard to fill my lungs with oxygen. A second later, an oxygen hood was installed. It helps me in breathing.

"Mom.." call me. My voice was so dry my throat.

"Yes, son?" Mother sat until our eyes were aligned. "You're gonna be okay. Relax, yes! You must be strong!"

I just nodded to answer. Letting out a sound was the same as running five kilometers non-stop at this moment.

Okay. I need to calm down. This is not the first time I have been in this condition. I'm already in the hospital and there are a lot of medics who will step in to save my life this time. All I can do is pray. Ask God not to be the day He set.

I could see two busy nurses next to me. One was busy with the infusion and the other was busy with the ECG machine. "Corn, Mother Goddess and Mother Nana!" I make a sound.

"Just as well, Debi!" reply them almost simultaneously.

A doctor appeared from behind the curtain. "Just, Deb! I'll check first, okay?" his permission.

I nodded. Doc Dita obviously already knows my disease history, so he does not need to ask too many more questions. There was not a minute he checked, he threw some questions at Mom, then gave instructions to her nurse.

Calm.. I need to calm down.. I can get through this again..

"Debi, open your mouth! The medicine is under the tongue, yes!" Ma'am Nana uncovers a little oxygen hood in my face. As soon as I opened my mouth, he put a piece of medicine under my tongue. "Before the mother draws arterial blood. The injection hurt a little. Not what, huh?"

I just smile. Injected any number of times, I don't mind. I just want this pain and tightness to go away. For a long time, I was sleepy.

"Son, don't fall asleep, yeah!" my mother's voice made me realize. "You must be strong!"

"Mom.. Thirsty.."

Mom reached into the bag she was carrying, then pulled out my bottle. "Slow down, yeah!"

"Debi! Debi's! Debi!"

Holy hooch! The chili-cabean queen appeared. I want to rest, but if there's Rena, there's even a scene.

"Debi, are you okay? Must be strong, yes! Spots healed! Wake, dong!"

"Gue get up, bring it up! It's so noisy!"

Rena is bending me while crying. "Sorry, I'm late coming! His physics teacher didn't tell me to come to the hospital! Fifteen minutes left!"

I told him to get his brain back on its axis. Obviously, he cannot skip lessons.

"Rena, don't wiggle, dong!" ma'am Nana protests. "This is Ma'am gonna get some blood first."

"My blood can't, Mommy? Poor Debi's been injected."

"Gawur you!"

Rena was silent as long as Sister Nana did her job. Ma'am Dewi came again and put a few hoses into my infusion. "Patience, yes, dear. The medicine is in. It must be quickly improving," Sister Dewi stroked my head gently. I smile back to thank you.

"This time if you want cake, as much as you can, I love you, Deb!" Rena opened her mouth again. "Please! You need to be healthy again!"

Healthy again? I hope bitter. I'm not sure if I can go to college or not.

"There was PR physics. But I can do that for you."

"No way!" answer me quickly. My grades can plummet if he makes my PR.

I consider my own circumstances. "Lintening," I replied, after feeling pain in my chest was much reduced and my breath was not burning like that. "I told you, right? I just stopped by here, everything is in order! Don't worry."

"But.. You're getting in the hospital more and more."

"Silaturahmi."

"Mending your friends bring food."

"Rena, have you had lunch?" Mom interrupts. "Aunty buy me a meal first, okay?"

"Duh, I'm so nerepotin," Rena said. "Let Mr. Anton eat for us, Tan!"

"Yes, Non!" sahut Pak Anton spry.

I pat Mr. Anton's arm. "Let me. I'll take a look at my son first, yes, sir!"

I'm sorry at this time, I'm even smart to read the look of the face. Mother used the reason to buy lunch, even though tears had been flooded in her eyes. Well.. Which mother could see her son dying like this.

"Ren, you didn't meet Kak Satya?"

"Jeez, Deb! You again like this even think of Kak Satya?" Rena returned my head. "Satya's brother could wait. I only have lo, so there's no way I can calm down before I know you're okay."

Doc Dita went back into my room. "Debi, you're a ketchup, huh?" tanyanya, follow nimbrung.

"I learned a lot to be chosen as a race participant," I.

"It's not good to be too maksa with conditions like now, Deb," Dok Dita gave advice, although he knows I certainly already understand. "Where is your mother? I would suggest hospitalization first."

"Must be hospitalized, Doc?" i'm bathe. I don't want to leave lessons, let alone this is just the beginning of school.

"You should be observed much longer. Now it could have been less pain, but your tightness is dangerous. You should meet with your specialist first. The plan is to echo tomorrow."

"But I just had a medical check-up four days ago, Doc!"

"The truth is your condition is deteriorating."

I bit my lower lip. It feels bad to have to hospitalize again. I know my condition will not improve in a short time. I will miss a lot of activities at school.

"If it's not hospitalization, what can it be, Doc?" Mom suddenly appeared. Mom put her shopping bag on the table, then turned around to talk directly to Dok Dita. "Davis loved his school. I also don't want Debi to be out of school for too long. He could miss a lesson."

"Mom, Mother herself as a nurse must understand Debi's condition, right?" Dok Dita reminded.

Mom looked down, played her hand. He looked anxious and worried. My mother, who was also a medical professional, understood my condition the most.

I hold Mom's hand. "Mom, Debi just hospitalized," I give it up. It's not good to make the atmosphere more cloudy. I was able to catch up on lessons during the hospitalization. Rena might be able to help.

"Training, let me help Debi!" Rena reads my mind. "Not to worry about Debi missing a lesson. I'll try as much as I can."

"Yet you ever learn a lesson," I doubt. During this time, Rena more often minjam my notes than I'm a minjem.

"Gue's an adult, Deb! Adults have a responsibility!" Rena patted her chest proudly.

"Not to hang out! PR is often forgotten!"

"The name is also khilaf."

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