𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐓 ☾ │Park Sunghoon

☐ 12

To scarfice

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Sacrifice (eat me up)- Enhypen ♬♪

In the hospital, Yuna carries on with her familiar routine, dedicated to her work and her patients. The busy hum of the hospital surrounds her, the comforting familiarity of her duties providing a sense of purpose.

Amidst the bustle, a chilling moment of reality cuts through. While in conversation with a patient, his sudden shout pierces the air,

"Blood!"

Her hand instinctively touches her nose, discovering an unfamiliar liquid, and her ears are filled with an unsettling ringing. Abruptly, darkness descends upon her, like a curtain drawn over her consciousness.

News of the incident spreads like wildfire, reaching her co-worker and confidante, the one who knows her struggles intimately. Without hesitation, they rush to the clinic where Yuna would often seek refuge before any rumors could take hold.

After what feels like an eternal slumber,
Yuna finally stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She finds herself in a room she once inhabited frequently, a year ago. Retrieving a UV system from her wrist, she makes her way to her doctor's office, the place that holds a familiarity akin to home.

Nurses inform her that the doctor wishes to see her. In his office, he greets her, his tone laced with concern,

"How are you, Yuna It's been quite some time since you've been here. Have you finally considered the surgery?" She responds with a firm resolve, "How many times must I decline?"

His expression is serious, his eyes fixed on the computer screen. With a quiet urgency, he presents her with an image, "You have to see this. The tumor is progressing. It's getting worse."

Dr. Lee's office was filled with an uneasy tension as Yuna sat on the examination table, her heart pounding in her chest. Dr. Lee, a stern-faced oncologist with a no-nonsense demeanor, wasted no time in getting to the point.

"Let's not beat around the bush," he began, his voice carrying a tone of urgency. "Your MRI results are grim. The tumor has grown substantially since our last scan, and it's pressing on critical areas of your brain."

Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

"This is a dire situation," Dr. Lee continued, his voice unwavering. "The tumor's growth is relentless. If we don't act quickly, it could lead to irreversible damage. You could lose your ability to speak, to move, or even to recognize your loved ones."

Yuna's hands trembled, and she struggled to hold back tears.

"We have a surgical option," he said bluntly, his gaze never leaving her. "But you need to understand the stakes. Without intervention, your prognosis is grim. The tumor will continue to expand, and your symptoms will worsen. Seizures, excruciating headaches, cognitive decline then you'll experience it all."

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, suffocating her with fear and uncertainty.

"The surgery isn't a guarantee, but it's your best shot at fighting this," he said, his tone firm. "It's risky, yes, but so is doing nothing. We're running out of time, You need to decide , take a chance at life, or let the cancer dictate your fate."

The sick girl's eyes welled up, and her voice wavered as she spoke, "What if... what if I choose not to do anything?"

Dr. Lee's gaze bore into her, his expression unyielding. "Then you need to prepare yourself for the worst, Yuna. Your life as you know it will deteriorate. Pain, suffering, and loss of control —that's the reality you'll face."

The room seemed to close in around her, the harsh truth of her situation impossible to escape. The doctor's words echoed in her mind, a chilling reminder of the battle she was now forced to confront.

Leaving the doctor's office, her steps are guided by a whirlwind of emotions that threaten to overwhelm her. Fear wraps its icy tendrils around her heart, squeezing tighter with every beat. Confusion casts a fog over her thoughts, shrouding her once-clear path in uncertainty. It's as if the ground beneath her has shifted, leaving her struggling to find her footing.

In the midst of the hospital's bustling corridors, she feels adrift, disconnected from the world around her. The weight of the doctor's words presses down on her chest, a heavy burden she can't shake off. She replays their conversation in her mind, each word echoing like a haunting refrain, amplifying her anxiety.

As she stands still, her gaze fixed on her own feet, her mind races, trying to piece together the implications of the news. A tempest of questions swirls within her, each one a storm of doubt and apprehension. What does this mean for her future? How could things have taken this turn? Is there a way to escape the fate that seems to be closing in?

Amidst the chaos in her mind, there's a glimmer of hope that fights to break through the darkness. She thinks of the person who's been a beacon of light in her life, the one who gives her the strength to keep moving forward. His face flashes before her, a reminder of the love and warmth that's worth fighting for.

Suddenly, a voice breaks through the fog of her thoughts, drawing her attention away from the ground. It's someone she doesn't wish to burden, someone whose presence brings both comfort and turmoil. Their eyes meet, a silent exchange laden with unspoken emotions.

She holds his gaze, caught in a struggle between the impulse to reveal her inner turmoil and the desire to shield him from her pain.

His voice is soft and caring, "Darling , what are you doing here?"

She blinks back the tears, her voice steadying as she forms her response, "I came to visit a friend. I have to go, though. I'll see you tonight."

As she walks away from the doctor's office, her internal struggle remains hidden from the world, a storm raging beneath the surface. She yearns for solace, for a moment to gather her thoughts and find a way to confront the challenges ahead. And amidst the whirlwind of emotions, the one thing that remains constant is her determination to face whatever comes her way, for herself and for the love that's become her anchor.

Author's note:

How i feel after writing the most obvious plot twist