"I want the previous nurse to give me my medicine!" Alexander shouted as he threw his pillow towards Peter. "I want Corazon!"

"You mean Celine?" Gia, a nursing student who was having her clinical rotation in the ward where he was currently admitted into responded, correcting him in the process. She had long, black hair that was tied into a bun. As soon as she entered the room, Alexander was automatically repulsed by her but not because of the fact that she was a student. It was because she bears the face of the woman whom he shouldn't have married in his past life as Akihiro. She has the face of Michiko.

"Corazon, or Celine, it doesn't matter! I want HER!" He threw another pillow but it landed by the door where Celine entered, confused and shocked.

"What's going on here?" Celine asked.

"I was just trying to give him his medicine but he kept asking for you." Gia rolled her eyes. And from that moment, Celine could process what was wrong in the situation so she beckoned her to step outside of the room with her. They walked towards the end of the hallway, where it is quite hidden from the patient's rooms and the nurse's station. "What now?"

"Do you know what you did wrong back there?" Celine asked but Gia had this annoyed look on her face. "You nearly administered a drug without any supervision from your clinical instructor nor from any of us nurses in this ward."

"Well, yeah. You were taking too long so I opted out to administer it myself. It was just a tablet of painkillers. Chill." Gia answered back, her frown becoming more evident by the second.

Celine crossed her arms, channeling her inner Meredith Grey, "Do you even realize the severity of your mistake?!" she kept her gaze directed at her. "If you happen to successfully give that drug and if it was the wrong drug, wrong dosage or whatsoever, it is NOT YOU who will be taking the blame! It is your clinical instructor and us, nurses, who will be taking the blame for you! It'll be our licenses that will be put on the line because of your recklessness." And with that statement, Gia's facial expression softened as guilt slowly crept in her chest.

"I don't care if you're the smartest in your class, Gia. All I care about is you practicing safely as a nursing student during this clinical rotation of yours . Do you hear me?" Gia nodded like a little kid that got scolded off by a parent. Celine held out her hand to her and she surrendered the medicine tray to her.

After that little sermon Celine did, she went back into Alexander's room, which made him feel relieved and happy. "I'm so sorry about what happened. She wasn't supposed to be giving medications on her own." she said as she placed the medicine tray by the bedside.

"Yeah, I figured. The whole thing kinda seems off." Alexander replied with a grin.

"Do you feel any pain right now?" she asked.

"I just have a mild headache, that's all." And so Celine handed him the foil packet where the pain killer was sealed and Alexander took it diligently with a glass of water. "Corazon- I mean, Celine... I'm sorry for creating all that fuss." he smiled sheepishly.

"That's alright. You're not the only patient who did that." She responded jokingly to which they both had a laugh. "Also, I would really appreciate it if you call me Celine because that's my name." Alexander just stared at her. "My colleagues also couldn't decipher if it was me that you're referring to or some other nurse."

"I'm sorry... it's just that you look like Corazon. You're her spitting image." He explained with an apologetic tone in her voice.

"That's okay. We all have those kinds of moments in our lives." she said, trying to keep the mood light and cheerful. "Do you need anything else?"

Alexander stared at her for a bit then lied back down on his bed and turned to his left side. "I'm okay for now. I just want to rest." He said, closing his eyes, trying to process the fact that the woman that is currently nursing him back to health is not Corazon. Her name is Celine, who bears the face of the woman he loves.

—

One day, during his physical therapy session, Alexander struggled with the exercises, his frustration evident. Celine, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy. She approached him, a gentle smile on her face.

"Having a tough time?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Alexander looked up, his expression softening as he met her gaze. "It's just frustrating," he admitted, a hint of defeat in his voice. "I feel like I'm never going to get back to normal."

Celine knelt beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "Don't be so hard on yourself," she encouraged. "Healing takes time. You're doing great."

Alexander's eyes locked with hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. A sense of familiarity washed over him, a feeling that he had known this woman, this Celine, for a lifetime.

"You have a kind heart, Corazon," he murmured, using the name that still lingered in his memory.

Celine's smile faltered. "My name is Celine," she corrected gently, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Alexander blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. "I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know why I keep calling you that."

Celine's hand tightened on his arm. "It's okay," she reassured him. "I know you're still healing."

A comfortable silence fell between them, broken only by the rhythmic sound of Alexander's breathing. Celine's presence seemed to have a calming effect on him, easing his frustration and bringing a sense of peace.

"Thank you, Celine," Alexander said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

Celine's heart swelled. "You're welcome, Alexander," she replied, a warmth spreading through her.

As they sat there, a shared understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unique bond that was slowly forming. It was a bond that transcended names and memories, a bond that whispered of a love that could bridge the gap between past and present.

—

One morning, as Celine entered Alexander's room for her usual rounds, she found him sketching in a small notebook. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his hand moving deftly across the page. Curiosity piqued, Celine couldn't help but ask, "What are you drawing, Alexander?"

Alexander looked up, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "It's a memory," he replied, his voice soft. "A memory of a woman I once knew."

Celine's heart skipped a beat. She knew instinctively that he was talking about Corazon. "Can I see?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Alexander hesitated for a moment before handing her the notebook. Celine carefully turned the pages, her eyes widening as she took in the sketches. They were all of the same woman - a woman with long, flowing hair, kind eyes, and a gentle smile. A woman who looked strikingly familiar. And of course, it'll be familiar as it was her own face that she was looking at.

"These are beautiful," Celine breathed, a lump forming in her throat.

"The subject was," Alexander agreed, a hint of sadness in his voice. "She was the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

Celine's gaze lingered on the sketches, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had tried all of these hairstyles before and the clothes from the sketches, that she knew her somehow.

"Do you think... do you think I remind you of her?" Celine asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Alexander looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "Sometimes," he admitted, a flicker of hope in his gaze. "Sometimes, when you smile, or when you look at me with those kind eyes, I feel like I'm seeing her again."

Celine's heart fluttered. She didn't know what to say, how to respond to his words. The air crackled with unspoken emotions, a sense of connection that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

As she handed back the notebook, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through her. She knew in that moment that their story was far from over, that their paths were destined to intertwine in ways neither of them could have imagined.