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"can you stay with me?" she bit her lip
"what did you say?" he asked
"stay with me...please?" she said looking at him
In which a girl feels lonely and asks a boy to stay with her until she feels better.
What wi...
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• 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙔 2 •
ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 7: 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘
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Beep. Beep. The room was filled with the sounds of the beeping of the heart monitor. Annoyed by the sound, Minha woke up. Her eyelids slowly rose, taking in reality. The light shined on her face, causing her to cover it with her hands, only to feel a sharp pain in her right hand.
She whimpered at the pain and watched as the doctor walked in.
"Ah, you're awake," The doctor said as he tapped on his clipboard. "How do you feel?"
"Tired.. I guess.. My hand hurts," Minha replied lowly. "What happened?"
"Well, according to your friend, she said she heard loud crashing from downstairs and saw you on the floor unconcious," The doctor responded. "Your hand was fractured."
Minha's eyes averted to her hand that was wrapped in bandaids.
"We gave you some IVs after we tested your blood. Have you perhaps gone drinking that night?" The doctor raised a brow. Minha shook her head in response.
"Well, you were heavily drugged," The doctor responded and paused. He smiled at her. "Other than that, you're fine. Maybe you had too much medications."
Minha nodded, "Thank you." The doctor bowed before leaving. She eyes glued onto her hand. She mumbles to herself, "I can still dance.. right?"
*
"Administer said you can't perform at the showcase," Woorin sighed as she placed a paperbag on the table.
"What?! Why? I'm perfectly fine!" Minha shouted in detestation. Her stomach was a tied knot. She didn't know how to feel about the sudden news.
"I don't know.. Mrs.Kang said you can't perform. I tried convincing her. She heard about how your house was broken into and now this. She said take care of your safety first," Woorin bitterly spoke and unpacked the paper bag.
"But I can perform! If I don't dance my body will get lazy and-" Minha paused with sad pitiful eyes. "I can't do much can I?"
"Let's pray you'll get better hm?" Woorin spoke softly and reached out a spoonful of porridge to Minha's lips. Minha slowly opened her mouth and ate it. "I'll ask the doctor later when you'll get discharged." Minha nodded slowly.
"Good," Woorin said and handed her another spoonful. Minha was drained. No matter how much she ate, she wasn't full. No matter how much she cried, her eyes didn't become dry. She asked herself why God would do such thing to her. Her eyes fell.
"Woorin.. when will I ever be free?" Minha asked as she ate. Woorin sighed and looked at Minha with pitiful eyes.
