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Oɴᴇ

Oɴᴇ | "ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ"

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The monotonous beeping of the EKG machine fills the room as I wake up in an unfamiliar setting confused by my surroundings. My eyes adjust to the dim lights in the room as I hear a mixture of the pattering rain outside, followed by the same flat-toned beeping from before. When my eyes are able to fully open, I look down to see tubes poking out of my left arm, sticky patches coating my chest, as well as a large bandage; and other assorted medical equipment. I'm confused as my eyesight is still hazy in a way before realizing there's a mask of some kind covering my face, probably an oxygen mask. It doesn't take me very long to figure out that I'm in some kind of hospital. The curtains at the window are slightly drawn revealing the dark clouds and slight moonlight outside, as well as illuminating the clock on the wall. It's digital, reading two fifty-four back at me, suggesting that it was the middle of the night. I only just now realize there's a tight pain in my chest, and I have no clue why. I'm trying to remember what happened before I woke up, yet I cannot seem to recall.

The last thing I can remember is walking along the beach, and then collapsing because my chest really hurt. But anything and everything after that is a fuzzy blur. If I am in a hospital, maybe the doctors know? Of course, they must know if they treated me. I am in immense pain, and it hits me that I also have no idea how to call for help. I'm not sure where my phone is, or if my family, especially my brother, knows I'm here. But I won't know for sure, till someone clues me in on what's happened. I only hope someone will come in. I attempt closing my eyes to sleep till morning, trying to sleep away the pain. It felt like hours had passed when in reality only a few minutes had. I suppose I was being dramatic. However, considering I'm confused and afraid, I'm going to give myself the right to be dramatic. I shifted on the bed trying to get comfortable again before accidentally smacking something that fell off the side. I cringed as it made a semi-loud crashing sound and someone instantly rushed in.

"...Y/n?? Oh my, call Dr. Kim, she's finally awake!" One of the nurses shouted while the other ran out, presumably to find Dr. Kim. "Y/n, can you hear me? I'm one of the nurses who's been taking care of you, it's me, Hobi. I understand if you're nervous, but it's okay, you're safe here. You're at the Seoul National Treatment Center. Everything will be okay, I promise." Why does that name sound so familiar to me? I looked up to see a very cute young guy around my age staring back at me. I love how I'm disoriented and in pain and that's what I'm thinking about. Oh well, priorities right? "...Y/n, can you hear me?" He asked me again. I nodded quickly to show him that I was listening. "Good. I'm glad you're conscious, you've been out for quite some time now." He responded, taking a stethoscope and placing it against my chest.