Breathe

You're my all and more

Life goes on at its own pace. Outside the windows of a spacious office, it is pouring rain, which so unhappily drums on the windows, bringing easy pleasure and relaxation. Relaxedly leaning back in the soft leather chair in which the doctor spent, spoiling his back for hours, he listened to the familiar jazz that came muffled from the speakers. A man, being on a lunch break, again refuses to go to the dining room with his colleagues, preferring boring loneliness. A cup of your favorite mint tea, which every time you bring from home, a light sandwich with cheese and lettuce that sits so lonely in a snow-white plate.

Outside the windows of the hospital is a noisy Boston, where cars drive and people rush to take cover from the intensifying rain, which is about to turn into a downpour now and then flooding almost all the streets of the city. Outside the windows, the sound of a siren is muffled by a quiet melody, and Hoseok tries not to think about who the ambulance brought this time. He needs rest. Rest from work in which one invests too much. Today is the fourth day when he, without leaving the walls of the hospital, fights, like all other doctors, for the lives of patients, saving everyone from inevitable death. He is a neurosurgeon who is able to bring a completely paralyzed person to his feet, so desperately trying to make an appointment with him, which costs a lot of money. He is the most famous neurosurgeon, who is invited every year to scientific conferences, where he presents his projects, showing in detail in the drawings crippled nerves that can be cured with just two complex operations. He is the doctor of medical sciences who has a huge experience of studying at the best university in the country, where he, getting his higher education, becomes an intern and, continuing to improve his skills, becomes what he is now. Dr. Jung Hoseok is a neurosurgeon. That was the sign that stood on his desk and hung on the door of his private office.

Spending four days without sleep in one eye in the hospital, the man was rather tired, therefore, now he completely abandoned a pleasant conversation at the dining room table, where today his favorite rice and vegetables were served, he sat in an easy chair, almost falling asleep. But it seems that his plans today will have to wait, because outside the office door there is a quick clatter of rubber slippers and Dr. Kim, almost out of breath, tumbles into the office with a bewildered face. Hoseok continues to fall asleep on the armchair, listening to his favorite tune, does not immediately notice the person who has entered and twitches when he is loudly called out.

"There it is", Namjoon swallows and scans his eyes again, according to the analysis of the patient who was brought half an hour earlier and immediately sent to him.

Dr. Jung wearily rubs the bridge of his nose. She takes a sip of mint tea, reaches for the remote on the left side of her arm, turns off the music, and puts on her round glasses. He holds out his hands, and the man, coming closer, gives the papers to his colleague and part-time friend, whom he was for Jung. In fact, the only friend. With a friend whom he met during an internship, after which they got to know each other more and became a little closer. For Namjoon, he was a role model and always aspired to become as successful in the field of neurosurgery as he was. For Hoseok, he was the only shoulder and support in this life. After all, he did not have parents who died in a plane crash when they flew to his son for graduation from the university. There were no friends because the guy closed after graduation and completely went into teaching and with the desire to achieve that greatness that his parents would be proud of.

"Fractured vertebrae?" only Jung asks, taking his eyes off the tests.

Namjoon groans quietly and grumbles in annoyance:

"What are the eyes for? After all, it says below that the spinal cord was damaged due to a fracture of the vertebrae."

"Aneurysm of blood vessels", the doctor interrupts him, rubbing his temples wearily.