𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗗 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘹

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⎡𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫⎦

I laugh with my friends about some funny incident that happened earlier today at school.

Hyunjin: And then like some idiot on crack, he said-

He gets cut off by my phone ringing.

I pull it out of my pocket and see that it's my mom calling me.

Felix: I have to take this, I'll be right back.

I step out of the hallway and answer the call.

𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇:

Felix: Hey mom, what happened?

Mom: Felix, please come quickly. Your father started having trouble breathing so I took him to the hospital. The doctors are checking him, please come. I'm scared.

I gasp and my eyes start tearing up.

Felix: What? I-I'll be there in 5 minutes.

I hang up and Hyunjin and Seungmin come over.

Seungmin: Lix, what happened? Why are you crying?

Hyunjin: Are you alright? Come here.

Hyunjin wipes my tears with his thumb and pats my head.

Felix: M-my dad, he's... I have to go...

I gently push him away and start running out of the school building.

I push through the crowd, repeating "excuse me" and "sorry" countless times people get annoyed by my rushed behavior.

Why does it have to be so crowded today?!

I really hate that the school nearby releases their students at the same time as my school, it makes getting places take so much longer.

Suddenly, my head bangs into what feels like a rock, and I fall onto the ground.

Too nervous to see who it is that I bumped into, I keep my gaze on the ground.

I rush back to my feet and begin walking past him.

As I walk away, I hear him mutter "Felix," sounding more like a question than anything.

Does he know me?

Oh well, I don't have time to think about all of that right now.

I wipe my eyes as my vision gets blurry from the tears clouding them.

Soon, I reach the hospital and go to the receptionist.

I ask her where my dad's room is and she tells me he's room 173.

I walk through the halls, scanning the room numbers for the one I need.

Tears well up in my eyes again as I start imagining what I might see.

How bad should I expect it to be?

I start getting nervous as the room numbers get higher.

170...

171... 

172...

173.

I take a deep breath and open the door, steeping in with my head down.

Mom: F-Felix...

I can tell just by her voice that she's been crying, making me even more scared to look up.

Dad: Lix...

My heart drops at my dad's suddenly low voice.

He sounds so different, so weak.

I finally look up and my eyes widen.

My dad is laying on the bed, wires attached to his skin and a breathing mask over his mouth.

Felix: D-dad!

I run to him and hug him, not too tight so that I don't accidentally hurt him anywhere.

Felix: What h-happened to you?

The doctor behind me speaks up.

Doctor: Lung Cancer, stage 4. The chances of living are very less. I suggest you spend some time with him before you have to let go.