(Phone conversation)

MON AT 12:34 PM

Call started.

Harry :
Is this Jineah Aragon from room 607?

Jineah :
Yes. Uh... Who's... this?

Harry :
You're the patient who just underwent a heart transplant operation, right.

Jineah :
Your voice. (Swallows) You are...

Harry :
I have a question for you so listen well, Ms. Aragon.

(Silence)

Harry :
Ilang percent ang probability na pagkatapos kong mabasted ng 247 times at mahiwalay sa'yo ng ilang taon, kapag nakita kita uli, gusto pa rin kitang i-date?

Jineah :
Harry...

Harry :
The answer is a hundred percent, Neah. Pwede mo na ba 'kong i-date nang hindi itinatago sa'kin ang sakit mo?

(Silence)

Harry :
I saw your medical history.

(Silence)

Harry :
I know about your heart.

Jineah :
Then you know that this is going to be tragic.

Harry :
If I'll get to love you until that tragedy, I won't care.

(Silence)

Harry :
Okay?

Jineah :
(Sobs weakly) (voice breaks) Akala ko, nakalimutan mo na 'ko.

Harry :
Sa dami ng basted ko sa'yo? (Chuckles) I'll never forget you, baby.

Jineah :
Come to my room.

Harry :
Open the door.

(Door clicks)

(Voice on background : Harry...)

Call ended.