The Rallyist

CHAPTER 8

WheeIn could clearly see that Byul also seemed surprised by what happened. Byul sucked air sharply. And at the open door WheeIn could hear the centralized speaker of the hospital repeatedly paging Byul's name.

Byul is needed in the emergency room.

"I'll get my stuffs," she muttered and took the white doctor's uniform and other doctor's stuff needed for the emergency.

The doctor was about to close the door when WheeIn called her.

"I-I just want to say thanks for these." She pointed to the clothes they had bought earlier. "Thank you ---"

She didn't allow her to finish. The doctor turned around again and cupped her face then kissed her like it was the most natural thing they had to do. It was such a hard knee-melting and thorough kiss. But it wasn't that easy for her to let go of WheeIn's lip. Instead, Byul traced the sweet curve of her mouth with her tongue and kissed her one more time.

"Take care," she whispered softly. "I'll see you tomorrow, my sweet."

Then she left in hurried motions. WheeIn stared at the closed door. It was such a raw passionate kiss. The sudden emotion Byul showed her was unexpected. It just happened in a snap. WheeIn didn't care to touch her lips. It was as if she could still feel Byul's lips there. That wasn't her first kiss. She was once kissed by her first boyfriend in college. But her ex-boyfriend Tae-hyung a.k.a V was a decent one.

Not like what Byul just did earlier. The kiss she gave to her was mixed with claim, stating that she owned her. That there is no one else who can own her but her.

Her kiss branded her. That kiss seals her as its sacred possession. Then she realized it wouldn't be hard for her to finally get Byul's attention like Solar wanted. And when that happens, she will never release Byul again. No matter what it takes.

When she came out of the check-up room, she saw Byul's secretary smiling at her.

"Please just wait for the driver to take you, Miss Gabriela Jung ..."

"WheeIn," she corrects, holding the handbag and the shopping bag tightly. "You just call me WheeIn."

"Dr. Moon have called her personal assistant that will take you home," she stared at the shopping bag she was carrying. "And Dr. Moon ordered to leave the soiled clothes."

"N-No, don't ..."

"She's supposed to give it to you tomorrow," the secretary grinned politely. "She's just worried that you might get scolded for that so she want to give it tomorrow personally at your house."

Of course. She placed the shopping bag back at the table. It's not practical for her to take it home. Unless she wants to be reprimanded again.

Byul and the nurses and other hospital staffs present in the emergency room breathed a sigh of relief. The one who was rushed earlier was a senator who got a heart attacked inside the vehicle. The driver was prompt to rushed the senator immediately at the hospital.

According to the senator's medical record that was his second fatal attack. One of its heart valves was blocked due to high blood pressure. She accompanied him while being move to the recovery room to make sure the situation was safe and in order. His wife and son will never end giving her a gratitude of relief.

"I will ask for your opinion for heart bypass," she said while talking to the senator's wife and son. "We have to replace his right aortic valve."

"What could be the dangers of a bypass, Doc?" The woman ask almost crying. "His doctor in the United States had always recommended bypass because his aorta was having problems. But he could not leave the country for the operation in America because he was too busy."