The Unwanted Encounter (Ash Lynx x Reader)

50) Surgeries' Aftermath

I knew I was forgetting something in my last update with the character stats ugh. I just got two more so bear with me, this one is kinda important.

Yut Lung: A toxic, platonic relationship. Y/n recognizes Yut Lung's vile past, understands him, and even tried confronting him, but got pushed away by him. Yut Lung's wants to be recognized as a strong person with dominance over his brothers, lead him to use and abuse the right people at the wrong time.

The whole reason why he picked a fight with Ash Lynx in the first place was to win against him, and prove to himself he was strong after years of abuse and oppression by his elder brothers. Blood has made him suffer the worst, and now he uses it to cause suffering to others.

Yut Lung's actions lead to y/n protecting Ash from him, defending Ash by toxicly using Yut Lung's high status. Y/n had previously used Yut Lung to bail Cièlle out, also used him to get the info of the party venue to save Ash.

Yut Lung wants to be y/n's friends, but his own judgments and goals are stopping him to. He doesn't feel like it's 'right' to be friends with the lover of his enemy and the enemy herself in some sense. He knows he'd confide peace and positivity from y/n, but he doesn't, simply because he's scared of having a healthy relationship for once.

(Spoiler warning): Y/n knows that Yut Lung isn't the bad guy. Which is why she has a hard time choosing a 'side' between Ash and Yut Lung.  A side where someone had to be the bad guy. However, after y/n finally confronted him, he had opened up to her. Which lead to them being on good terms.

Alex, Kong, and Bones: Y/n sees them as siblings. Reminds her of a childhood she never got to have with her friends. Alex is also second in command when Ash is away, one of the trusted ones.
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The moment I woke up, I felt like going to sleep again. The pain, it hurt. I wanted my mind to be taken away from me, my body too, if that was possible.

Looking above me, a typical surgeon lamp hung above, a heart monitor, and IV's needles connected to me. I squinted my eyes at the blinding light glowing through the window, grunted from the soreness coursing all over my body.

I ripped all the wires connected to my body away from me, stretched my limbs a little, tried to remember what the fuck I was doing there. Lumping over to the windowsill, I rested my hand on it. After five minutes of gazing outside at nothing in particular, it hit me.

Oh, right. Chinatown. I'm in Chinatown. I realized, a slight pain etching on my palm. Looking at it, I realized another thing; I got to keep my hand.

Doc saved my hand. Bless that man for not making me Captain Hook.

I chuckled, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a hot mess. I remembered changing into a surgical gown, also remembered the last face I saw before being taken over by anesthetics.

Sing.

I remembered seeing his irked face before falling in deep sleep for my operation—which meant he was probably still sleeping in the backroom since I was getting my hand fixed up.

I lumped to the backroom, tip-toeing on the cold tiles. Slowly opening the creaking door, I was met by another empty room. I furrowed my eyebrows at the surprise.

Where would he be this early in the morning? The sun hasn't even fully set yet.

Slumping myself back to the hospital bed, I laid myself down again, massaging my scalp to relieve some pain.

Where is everyone? Not even doc is here.
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Hours had passed, I was still left alone in the clinic. I estimated the time to be around 8 am. Changed into my clothes which I strangely found neatly folded in a shopper bag in the corner of the room. Also found and ate a pack of crackers and a bottle of water to still my raging hunger. It felt like I hadn't eaten anything for days.