When The Cold Wind Blows

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Chapter 22 - "Can You Take A Look For One Last Time Again?"

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"We've successfully saved the patient."

These were the  words that seemed to give him a blow of life again as his trembling lips came to a halt and he fell on the chair with a thud.

"Seri-ya," came out in a weak, almost monotone voice as he turned his head to look at her.

She was still in the same position, head dipped down and fingers clasped together. The only difference was that, this time, her eyes were closed.

"Our sunshine is back," he kept a hand on her closed fists but she didn't budge. "The clouds did falter away."

All that she felt was emptiness. Her strength laced with hopelessness that reflected from her eyes just all these hours that Myungjun was being treated, was long gone. This time, her honey orbs reflected of a blank paper that was crumpled a thousand times before being held straight.

She didn't feel weak, but she lost that strength too. She didn't feel hopeless now, but there was no sense of hope too. It was all empty. A little too empty that when she closed her eyes hearing those words, she felt dryness deep inside her.

She didn't know what Jinjin was saying beside her. She could very well hear it, but comprehension was far away from her being.

Though, she didn't know how long had it been, but the first thing she felt after all of it was ease. She felt all her tensed muscles relaxing suddenly. And when she finally lifted her head up to see a teary Jinjin still looking at her, all she knew in that moment was the mere fact that she wanted to see him. Just him.

"The nurse said we can go see him in an hour. He'll be awake." Jinjin gave the very first genuine smile. She didn't know how to respond, so she only tilted her lips in a tight smile.

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She didn't look up. Not until she was seated beside his bed, dragging the stool closer.

"Hi," came out in a cracked whisper from his mouth, his eyes closed.

Her head shot up, her gaze fixing at his face. The next thing she felt that night was terror.

That pretty face she loved to stare at looked so pale that she almost felt unknown to it. It terrified her.

"It's rude to stare," were the next cracked words.

"You look ugly." She voiced out, a lump forming in her throat.

She watched over as a low chuckle escaped his lips that twitched a little. "Hot, you mean?"

"No. Ugly I mean." Her voice was a little louder this time, almost argumentative.

He didn't say anything but only puckered his lips a little. Silence fell again.

The third thing she felt was suffocation. The silence suffocated her in ways she couldn't describe. She knew she wanted to keep listening to him. It stopped her breath to think that he might just have muted forever.

Breathing in and out rapidly, she curled her toes, her eyes not wavering from his face.

"Cry." His low voice held dominance. It looked like a command - too innocent with the way his eyes were shut.