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The Story of Ghost and Yn.
Yn: " Ghost NO GHOST hang on"
Ghost: " I am sorry..."
Yn's world is shattered when she is forced to join a new task force after her previous team is mercilessly el...
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(Imagine yourself there)
The operation took hours, and I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity. After 3 more grueling hours had passed, the doctors emerged from the operating room looking exhausted. I stood up, "And?"
"She's a tough one," the doctor said with a smile. "She's made it."
I breathed a sigh of relief at the good news and thanked the doctors. They nodded and left the room, leaving me alone with YN. She lay on a bed, clad in white, with tubes and monitors all around her. Without the confirmation from the doctors that she had survived, I might have thought her to be dead from her appearance.
Hesh approached me and put a hand on my shoulder, "What are you doing here?"
I pointed at YN, "Is she going to be okay?"
He said, "It's going to be even harder for her now when she wakes up. She'll be all alone in the world."
I looked at her and said, "Poor kid."
Hesh said, "We have to go now."
I nodded and left, feeling sorry for YN and the fate that awaited her when she woke up. It would be hard for her to accept the loss of another loved one, and she would have to face the world alone.
It had been a week, and she still hadn't regained consciousness. I approached one of the nurses to inquire about her condition. With concern in my voice, I asked, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
The nurse looked at me with a sympathetic expression and responded, "It's possible that the combination of post-traumatic stress and the significant blood loss she experienced might be prolonging her recovery. Sometimes, in cases like these, it takes time for the body and mind to heal."
Observing the nurse, I noticed that she appeared weaker than she had been the previous week. She was still connected to various monitors, receiving blood and fluids to support her body.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness and worry. "Is there anything else we can do to help her wake up?" I inquired, hoping there might be a way to speed up her recovery.
The nurse's compassionate gaze met mine, and she said, "At this point, all we can do is continue providing her with the best possible medical care and emotional support. Sometimes, patience is key in cases like these. The healing process varies for each individual."
I went out again, and another week passed. I returned once more and held her hand. As the week came to an end, I was back by her side. This time, I noticed a slight movement as her eyes slowly opened.
