I ran, a frantic blur through the sterile hospital halls. I didn't care that I was still in my pajamas; I'd raced here the moment Nayeon's call had shattered the fragile peace of my evening.
"Patient in room 29 is having cardiac arrest!" a nurse screamed, her voice a panicked cry swallowed by the echoing corridors. She ran past me, Dr. Hakazawa right behind her.
Room 29. Chaeyoung.
Jeongyeon was already there, a broken sob escaping her lips, Nayeon's arms wrapped around her, trying to offer comfort that felt utterly inadequate.
"Mina unnie!" Dahyun and Tzuyu arrived, their faces mirroring my own terror.
I tried to reach Chaeyoung, to push past the nurses who barred my way. "Please, you're not allowed here. Let us wait for the doctors. They're doing what they can," one of them said, her voice flat, devoid of hope.
The room was a maelstrom of white coats and frantic movements. Chaeyoung's bed was surrounded by a blur of doctors and nurses, their voices a chaotic jumble of instructions, the rhythmic chant of "clear" a morbid metronome marking the frantic struggle against time. The beeping of machines was a relentless, deafening assault, a soundtrack to the unfolding tragedy.
I stumbled back, my breath catching in my throat as I watched Chaeyoung's hand, limp and lifeless, slip from the bed frame.
The scene was a brutal assault on my senses—the chaotic energy, the palpable fear, the suffocating smell of antiseptic and something else… something akin to death itself. My knees buckled, threatening to give way.
My eyes burned, tears streaming down my face, each drop a searing brand of grief. The pain was a physical entity, an acid burning its way down my throat, making it hard to breathe, to think, to function.
Dahyun and Tzuyu pulled me into a hug, their own sobs a desperate counterpoint to the silent screams tearing through me. The sound of their grief was deafening, a symphony of despair. The cold air of the hospital seemed to seep into my bones.
Chaeyoung… I wasn't even halfway through, I still had so much to give her… so much love, so much life to share.
Memories flooded my mind—her smile, her laughter, the quiet moments of shared intimacy, the stolen glances, the unspoken promises. The preciousness of it all, the irreplaceable nature of those moments, crashed down on me with the force of a tidal wave.
How would I go on without her?
The others arrived, Jihyo rushing to cradle a sobbing Nayeon, Sana and Momo pulling Dahyun, Tzuyu, and me into a suffocating embrace. Jeongyeon's cries echoed through the room, a desperate plea to a silent heaven.
Minutes stretched into an eternity. The nurses and doctors slowly emerged from the room, their faces grim, etched with defeat. Dr. Hakazawa's eyes met mine, his gaze heavy with unspoken sorrow.
No. Please, no. I couldn't… I wouldn't…
The words hung in the air, a sentence I couldn’t bear to hear, a finality that ripped through me, leaving a gaping wound in my soul.
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"Patient's Time of Death: 11:11 pm"
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Fiksi PenggemarChaeyoung a girl who beams the brightest smile that could even light up a whole town, but behind those smile hides the deepest secrets that Mina would later on find out. How will this story ends.
