Love Shot - Exo Mafia AU (1/4)

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Kim Yeo-Reom's Pov.

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My mother once told me that death was the most peaceful end a person could meet, that there would be no more fear or regret, only peace. It didn't matter if they die from old age, fulfilled and wisdomous, or at the hands of fate... peace would find them, one way or another, as their lives came to an end, only good following their soul thereafter. 

I suppose that's why she didn't fight to survive when death came for her.

I found myself laying on a hard surface, my legs scarcely covered with a scratchy blanket, a metal machine beeping beside my head and the stench of antiseptic lingering in the air, wondering about things I'd forgotten long ago because I had nothing else to distract myself with.

I wasn't dead, clearly, just incapacitated, by random tubes sticking out of my hands and nosey nurses. 

Some doctor had come in a while back, along with a stern-faced police officer. They made a point of telling me how I ended up at the hospital; apparently, someone had called an ambulance to come get me, but they had found me alone, beside the construction site. The caller hadn't left a name, but they had told the emergency operatives that I'd fallen into the lake which no one actually believed, so I was hounded with suicide prevention pamphlets and support group numbers. Still... suicide was more believable than running away from a gang.

I was just starting to figure out how to get the bed to move upwards so I could sit up when a nurse walked in, the same one that had already checked on me four times this morning. 

She checked my chart again, though we both knew nothing had changed before she grinned at me, placing my file down on the stand beside me and moving her hands down to massage my stiff legs. "It's still a little too cold to go swimming, don't you agree? You should have been more careful, you're lucky someone found you."

I glowered at her, but she ignored me, humming under her breath as she worked so I chose to do the same, turning away to look out of the window instead. I was on a top floor, in a private room, and I already knew that meant that I would be getting a hospital bill worth both my arms and at least one kidney; maybe they would even consider harvesting them while I'm still here to save me some time.

I pushed all thoughts of my mother and the annoying nurse to the back of my mind, glaring at the buildings below us instead before glaring at a chair in the room as well. A chair that had an expensive, navy-blue jacket draped across it; the paramedics had found it covering me when they picked me up.

I remembered who it belonged to; the beady eyed, piece of work, motherf—

"Would you like something to eat or drink?"

I glanced at the nurse briefly, shaking my head once before going back to staring at the jacket. Baek-Hyun, that had been his name, I remembered the other two as well, Chen and Xiumin. Playing with people's lives, one minute trying to kill you and the next reviving you because why not—

"Your throat must still hurt. I'll ask the doctor to check on you again in a minute,"

I swear to the lord if she did not stop talking—

"We'll probably discharge you after that, considering you don't seem to really want to be here."

I turned to look at her smiling face, finding that I wasn't quite sure how to mimic her expression and I was pretty sure I grimaced instead of smiling but she accepted it anyway, shaking her head at me playfully before collecting my file and walking out.