Scenes from my so-called life

"Your sprain is healing pretty well, Ms. Custorio," says Dr. Punzalan as he delicately massages Chanz' ankle. "Give it about a week and you'll be back to fighting form. You can do that, kendo was it?," he adds. "It's Shinkendo, doc. And please, call me Chanz. Makes me feel less awkward when you look at my foot up close," Chanz says. Dr. Punzalan laughs. "I'm sorry, Ms. Custorio, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Just part of the job." "I understand doc. But please, just Chanz," she replies. "Alright, Chanz it is. You can call me Aaron then. Just so there's an even playing field," Aaron says. Chanz let's out a shy snicker and Aaron smiles as she does so. "Thank you for indulging me, Aaron. I hope you won't get into trouble though--medical malpractice and such," Chanz says. Aaron laughs. "I could always say it's just good bedside manners."

In a panic Layla blurts out, "My wallet and my phone! They're not in my bag!" Guilly looks at her and taps her on the shoulder to reassure her, "I'm pretty sure  you just dropped them and perhaps they  slid below the seats," he says. "No, you don't understand. Losing the phone is fine. It's the wallet I can't lose," Layla says. Guilly looks at Layla quizzically, "If you're worried about your atm and credit cards, you can just call the bank and have them cancelled. I know IDs would be a hell to replace, but that could be done too," Guilly tells her. "Guilly, I appreciate your concern and positive attitude. But it's not those things. Something far more important is at stake. You just don't understand," Layla says. Meanwhile, in a place farther than Tagaytay from Boston Street, Krys checks the cabin of their Starex for any mess or empty water bottles left in the cup holders. She notices a phone a