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Kim Taehyung - considered to be the idol of idols in the k-pop industry, the epitome of perfection, the object of envy for many, and the role model for every idol in the Korean music scene. He was the face of k-pop, the soulf...
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Yi-Seo
“Is he related to you?” The young lady doctor in the emergency room questions me in an exhausted manner.
“He’s my neighbor, and I happened to see him passed-out at his door when I went over to share some of my dinner with him,” I tell her the truth, and she pushes out a tired breath before leaning back in her seat and bringing her eyes to land on me.
“He’s unconscious, and it looks like he has been trying to kill himself. We have given him emergency first aid, but suicide is still a crime, and we might not be able to proceed further without filing a complaint with the police,” she states in a toneless manner that gives away how exhausted she is, probably reaching the end of her shift hours.
I have no idea how to react now, but my body is definitely reacting by making my hands grow cold all of a sudden.
“Oh, I see. Please do the needful, doctor. And, what exactly has he been doing that makes you say that he has attempted suicide?” I ask her even though I know fully well that prolonged alcohol addiction is bad by all means, and that it could also kill someone in the long run.
“It’s the typical alcohol-morphine combination. He has overdosed himself with alcohol and consumed morphine pills as well, and this is a lethal combination which could have actually ended him, but, surprisingly, it didn’t,” she explains, making my eyes fly wide, and my jaw drop open.
“Shit! I thought he was only drinking, and I had no clue about the pills he was consuming,” the tone of my voice gives away the fear that’s starting to grip my throat, and I could already sense the uncomfortable tightening constriction that is forming within the pit of my stomach.
What would have happened if he had already died by the time that I went to meet him? Then I would have been framed as the prime suspect and an eye witness. Shit!
“Luckily, the pills were mostly undigested when he was brought in, and we have cleaned out his stomach, but he’s yet to regain consciousness. We’ll have to wait and see,” she leans back in her seat and lets out a tired yawn, covering her mouth with the back of one hand.
“Okay,” I nod my head a few times, keeping my reply short, once again not knowing how else to react to this entire situation.
In a way, I feel that the timing of my showing up at his doorstep was perfect because otherwise, no one would have even known that he had collapsed inside his home, and if the pills had been fully digested, then he might have probably been dead by now, and the very thought of it makes me shudder, a shiver running up my spine.
I wait alone in the cold and empty corridor outside the emergency ward where Taehyung is resting, and again, I’m questioning my own life choices as I have always done. My life was supposed to be the new-place-new-me shit. I was supposed to move into Silver Springs and forget my grueling past, move on from the breakup, start a new life and focus on my passion of becoming a writer. But look at me now. I’m waiting for my alcoholic stranger neighbor to wake up from his comatose state without having any clue about how long it would actually take for him to do so.
