The Art of Losing Someone: Y.J.W.

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Heeseung leaves after making sure Jungwon eats. He worries for Jungwon and it's obvious seeing as Jungwon refused to eat until Heeseung threatened him. "Jungwon is already in a bad state, he doesn't need to be worse." Heeseung says to himself.

"Thanks hyung." Jungwon tries to smile but he feels dead inside already, his lips all dry and a small crack bleeds on his lip. "You're welcome. Stay healthy, for Hana." Heeseung gives a faint smile before leaving. ENHYPEN was just preparing for a comeback and they already have enough stress as is. Heeseung pops back into Jungwon's private little waiting room "Oh and by the way, you should get some sleep. Without sleep, you'll feel even worse." then he finally leaves.

"Sleep." Jungwon keeps thinking to himself. "Okay, maybe I'll sleep, and when I wake up, Hana will be out of surgery, be just fine and we can continue our lives." He tries to cheer himself up and it works slightly. The lingering thought of death still visible. "I'm so tired." He closes his eyes and feels a small feeling of peace.

"Yang Jungwon?" A doctor enters the room. "Yes?" He answers in a tired voice. "She's out of surgery and...she's...alive." The weight that was on his shoulders lighten and leave. He feels the tightness of his clenched jaw and quickly fixes it. "Really?" The doctor nods at him. "You may enter the room but she's not awake quite just yet." He feels a smile grow on his face.

When he enters her room, the horror is shown clearly on his face. Like in movies, one of her legs are up in the air, a cast covering the entire leg. Her face bruised up and puffy with slight residue of blood. One of her arms wrapped in a full cast as well. "She's suffered great injuries but she was a fighter, made it through the entire surgery with a faint heartbeat and came out strong." The doctor says and then smiles at him. "She was a strong girl." The doctor leaves with a quick nod. "Oh Hana, I'm sorry, this was all my fault." He was about to cup her chin but realized that he might hurt her so he stops himself. "I love you." He whispers and then sits on the chair next to her, holding the uninjured arm and rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand.