(Trigger warnings at the end)
Hwang Hyunjin, a new surgeon who wants nothing more than to see his patients die right in front of him. Specifically, die because he had ripped their bodies open, making the blood flow out. He wants nothing more, nothin...
"Here are some tests that I recommend you get done." Jake turned the paper around and shifted it closer to me by sliding it towards me. I nodded with my heart heavy, as I took the sheet in my hand and scanned it from top to bottom, trying to make up the words written with a frown.
"Your handwriting is still so bad," I mumbled slowly, not taking my eyes away from the paper. I heard the male groan, which finally made me look up to him.
"That's what you want to say while being in a situation like this?"
I nodded, finally putting the paper down on the table, resting my head in my hands that were supported on the table as well. "It all makes sense now."
All those moments when the sickness overloaded me so much that all I could see was blurry lines fading into nothingness. So many sleepless nights taking over me. The weird sensation in my stomach whenever I saw food at certain moments of time.
It would have been better to take the moments seriously instead of maybe having a sickness that I hope no one would ever get.
My heart had been sinking down over the past few months like a mere stone drowning into the depths of a river, yet I ignored it all. Why? 'It isn't anythibg serious.'
I brought my head up, looking at the male seated in front of me. I let a smile take over my face, "Thanks, Jake," I waved the papers up in the air, "I will get these done."
He nods with his own lips into a small smile, almost one that looked as if forced.
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The moonlight was like a balm on my weary soul. It illuminated every tiny crack and crevice of the town, casting away the darkness that seemed to be closing in on me. I felt myself relax and let go of some of the weight that had been resting on my heart. It was almost like I could feel the moon's presence like a comforting hand on my shoulder, telling me that everything would be alright in the end. The moon was there for me, and for that, I was grateful.
But then again, it all came back to me like the clouds and the loud thunder that troubles the quietness and peacefulness of a beautiful night. The weight on my shoulders of how maybe I wouldn't live to see the next month. Maybe I wouldn't be able to celebrate my sister's next birthday with them.
Maybe I will never wake up tomorrow.
Still, the shimmering and bright moon illuminates the hope that rises up within me once again. The crescent and beautiful moon holds a lot of darkness to it as well. Yet, so admirable. Every night it rises up to hide all the dimness away and plant a sense of comfort and relief into all of those that seek help in the night sky. That wait for the night just so they can look up to the moon and wish they could be the same as it is.
Imaginably, I still had a tomorrow.
Sighing as the thoughts fogged up around me once again, I straightened my back and sat up straight on the wooden chair as I let my head finally face down. I closed my eyes for a second or so, finally allowing myself to relax in the warm enviroment while wrapping the brown cardigan tighter around my body.
It wasn't going to be easy, but I knew I had to fight it.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE]
I KNOWWWW this is kinda small hut i have been goinh thorugh a lityle writers blovk and my eets cant see vecause of tears so yeah okay i did what i rould
ALSOOO
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