Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ| "ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ"
-Three Months Later-
-Namjoon- "Are you nervous for today?" I asked my beautiful girlfriend.
"Yeah, a little." She replies, "I'm worried we won't be taken seriously."
"Oh, I can promise you that medical malpractice is taken extremely seriously." I assure you, "and I've gone over the facts with Marcus many times. We have a strong case." I tell Y/n, rubbing her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.
Over the last three months, Marcus Kang, our lawyer, helped us finalize the rest of everything we needed to do in order to file our claim and prepare for court. I absolutely wasn't going to let this go; as Y/n deserved justice for what the hospital board did to her. And by the end of today, we'd have not only justice but closure. And now, I know we were ready. We were going to show them just how detrimental their choices were, and I'd finally feel like things in our lives were at peace again.
"Do you know what you're going to wear?" I ask. "I haven't the slightest clue of what I should wear."
"Yeah, I know what I'm wearing," she replies, "so I'll help you pick something. Come on." She grabs onto my hand, pulling me towards the closet, letting go to tug open the closet doors. She steps in, and I simply watch her, loving how comfortable she is in our room, finally comfortable enough to pick some of my clothes to wear without being forced. I wished desperately she would continue to forever stay like this. Imagining our married life, if I could ever get her to agree to marry me that is, in which my angel would wake in my bed in my arms, and would bound into our closet this way every morning for her needs.
Every morning she'd throw her picked-out clothes at me, scolding me in that melodic voice to get dressed, similar to how she does now. How it would be if she felt for me even a slight degree of what I felt for her. She already said she loved me, but, oh, if I could get her to marry me, then that would really put me on top of the world. Soon. That would be the next obstacle to work through after today.
I watch as she pulls a few of my nice, button-down dress shirts off a rack, showing them to me, and asking for approval. "How about one of these?" She questions, "with black slacks. I was going to wear black slacks with my nice white blouse; the one I wore to my orientation pictures. If this works; I mean, you can pick something else if you want. I just thought it'd be aesthetically pleasing if we matched. Plus, it just looks nice."
I immediately give her a big, goofy smile at her suggestion. "Of course, I'd love to match! It'll make us appear more sophisticated."
She giggles, and I can't help but melt at the sound of her contagious laughter. "Cool. I'll make sure your outfit matches mine, then."
