Who are you ||Moonsun||

8

Yong-sun could not sit still in the ambulance. Whee-in and Eric has not been rescued yet. They should be the one to be save first, especially Eric. Yong-sun got down from the ambulance and walked up to the front-line.

"Ma'am, you should not be here. Please go back." The police on guard stop her from approaching further.

"My junior is still in there. Haven't they found her? There is also an injured officer in there."

"We will inform this to the squad. Please move back."

There was nothing Yong-sun could do. She felt like a useless twig in this operation. She couldn't save her friend, her junior and even her subordinates. She let them down, losing their lives for her selfish vengeance. The regret was eating onto her and she blamed her wretched fate.

The medics rushed towards the front-line before her. The odd feeling about it made Yong-sun subconsciously followed them. However, the guards held her back to let the medics do their duty.

The blood dripped from the fingers and the fair skin was drenched with blood. The hand hung freely from the stretcher when the medics move the body towards the ambulance. Yong-sun stood there motionless as she watched Whee-in taken away and her eyes were closed.

Yong-sun could see Mr. Jung rushing towards the ambulance; refusing to believe what was right in front of him, he anxiously called for his daughter. She could also see Eric lifted up in another ambulance with the medics hurriedly trying to take him to a hospital. The constant movement and the noise around made her feel dizzy. The ground was swaying in her eyes and the nausea was hitting up to her throat.

Yong-sun vomited white foams right there and soon after, she lost her consciousness.

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The sunlight was bright enough to wake her up, however she just didn't want to open her eyes yet. She felt her lips crack and her throat dry. The tiredness in her body made her even more lazy to wake up.

The peculiar smell of sanitizers mixed with spirits and the quietness in the room brought Yong-sun to her present mind and instantly opened her eyes.

"Ah! My eyes." Yong-sun blocked the sunrays with her hand. The bright light hurt her eyes that she had to squint and let her pupils adjust. She had a glucose drip hung by her bed-side and was the only one in the room.

She looked over to the wall clock and it was pass 10 am. Whoever chose her bed by the window of the hospital, it would definitely be her mother.

It was not even months and years that she was trapped inside that dark, lifeless building but the sight of mother walking in and smiling to see her again cause Yong-sun to weep in her mother's warm bosom and to feel her mother's tight hug again made her feel so relieved.

The slice of apples looked juicy and Yong-sun quickly put one in her mouth while her mother was still cutting the pieces. "It's so sweet."