The Fairytale Of a Sinner

Chapter-1; A peculiar case of a child

Neatly clean, bright white sink seemed red in blood, when I washed the blades. Mirror in front of me had the reflection of a same girl, who was once sacred to use these sharp stainless blades. I smiled at the memory. Room was cold. Or maybe it just felt like that today.

Keeping them in a glass dish, I told Kat to take care of it. Days were getting hectic, crimes rates were increasing exponentially in Seoul. And Cops weren't doing anything.

"Congratulations, Alyssa." The sudden voice had me startled a bit, I was lost in my thoughts. These days I was zoned out quite often. "Mm, ah Yes. It was all possible because of Dr. Ryan."

He opened his arms to give me a big hug. I smiled accepting the gesture, "You saved him. Don't credit Dr. Ryan, Just because you learn under his guidance." He was always there, ready to put my feets on the seventh cloud if possible.

"Don't be like that. It wouldn't have been possible for me to not panic if he wasn't there with me." That surgery took eleven hours, it had been a threat to operate him, his body didn't allow to perform a surgery.

"His parents wanted to see you."

"Jimin," I hardly manage to take a breath, "he's still unconscious. You know, Situation is uncertain, I can't reassure them like that."

I had kept him under observation for fifteen days, taking care of him all by myself. This seventeen year old, had me panicking, even having me had nightmares of his parents loosing him.

I didn't want to face them.

His mother had knelt down in front of my feets, begging me to save her child. His father, a man with a well known name in business market, had cried in front of me.

This wasn't the very first time, I had seen parents crying and begging, but it was the very first case of attempted suicide or maybe murder in front of my three years of career that too of a child. He had jumped off his apartment. The nineteenth floor.

"If not you than who? Evan is under your care, they are not ready to listen to Dr Ryan, or anyone else. And why would they? You're the one they trust."

Why? Why they have to trust me? It fills me with anxiety, to deal with them. Their trust. What if something happens to him? They will blame me. This trust will choke me to death.

I inhaled a sharp breath, "can you please tell them to wait in my cabin? I need to check with his condition first." He nodded, and left.

ICU ward, as always had many patients. I reached the designated one. Drying my hands off with a cotton cloth, I wore the disposable gloves once again.

His face was deranged, with open wounds here and there. His forehead was fully bandaged. His one Shoulder was slipped, hands and ankles were plastered. How came a seventeen year old didn't think twice before taking such a drastic step?

He was non responsive in this condition. Fifteen days and it feels like I have known him for forever. There's something off about this case. Something is wrong with him. There are tons of questions. And answers? Not one.

"Dr. Tara," She left the documents and reports she had arranged, "change his bottle of glucose and his clothes as well." He's high on anesthesia, it won't hurt that much, he won't realise the pain.

"Sure Ma'am. Do we need to give him any medication as well?" "Not for now, and make sure to ask me before giving him anything." She nodded.

"Tara, slightest change in his condition, keep me updated." "Sure will do." I twisted the glass bottle open, filling the syringe and placed the needle to the steel plate.

Taking off the glucose pipe, I injected the cannula releasing the anti-oxidants his body will need. I took my leave, telling her to be very careful with his health and mild changes in his body.