Ephemeral Shadows: Whispers Beyond the Bakery ||Woosan smut||

Chapter 5

San, having just secured the window, turned toward Wooyoung, ready to share a comforting word about weathering the night together. However, the sight that met him froze him in his tracks.

Wooyoung, crumpled on the ground, was sobbing uncontrollably, his injured foot now visible. The deep cut and pooling blood painted a grim picture of the unseen pain that had unfolded while San had been immersed in the chaos of the storm.

A mixture of shock and concern etched itself onto San's face. "Wooyoung, what happened?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry.

Wooyoung, still unable to form coherent words amid his sobs, pointed to his injured foot. The harsh glow of the lights revealed the severity of the new wound—a stark contrast to the chaotic beauty of the storm raging outside.

He helped Wooyoung to a nearby chair.

Wooyoung, tears still streaming down his face, nodded weakly. The pain, both physical and emotional, hung in the air like a heavy cloud. The flickering lights cast haunting shadows, emphasizing the unspoken agony that had unfolded within the cottage.

San quickly scanned the room for something to use as a makeshift bandage. He grabbed a clean cloth and tore it into strips, trying to work swiftly while keeping an eye on Wooyoung's pained expression.

The wound, though not as severe as initially thought, bled profusely. San did his best to wrap the makeshift bandage around Wooyoung's injured foot, but the crimson stain persisted, a vivid reminder of the silent suffering that had taken place.

"We need to get you to a hospital. This needs proper attention," San declared, his voice unwavering despite the gravity of the situation.

Wooyoung, still overcome with emotion, managed a weak nod.

San guided Wooyoung through the stormy night, the relentless rain serving as an ominous backdrop to their journey. Wooyoung limped alongside him, his injured foot wrapped in the makeshift bandage. The puddles reflected the shimmering lights from the town, each droplet mirroring the tears that had been shed in the cottage.

The hospital, a beacon of warmth and reassurance amid the tempest, loomed ahead. The rhythmic patter of rain against the umbrella formed a soothing melody, providing a stark contrast to the tumultuous events that had unfolded just moments ago.

As they entered the hospital's welcoming glow, a nurse rushed to their aid. "What happened?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Wooyoung, still struggling with his emotions, managed to convey the sequence of events. The nurse, displaying a blend of professionalism and empathy, guided them to a treatment room.

The sterile environment of the hospital contrasted sharply with the chaos of the storm outside. San remained a steadfast presence, his concern etched in the lines of his face as he watched over Wooyoung.

A doctor entered, assessing the wound with a practiced eye. "You're fortunate you came in when you did. This needs stitches," the doctor said, directing the medical team to prepare for the procedure.

The storm outside intensified, but within the hospital walls, a different kind of healing rain began to fall. Wooyoung, despite the pain, felt a sense of relief washing over him as the medical team worked to mend the physical wounds.

As Wooyoung underwent the necessary medical procedures, San sat in the hospital waiting area, his thoughts swirling with concern. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to mimic the beating of his anxious heart. The storm outside showed no signs of relenting, casting a veil of melancholy over the night.

In a moment of realization, San remembered Wooyoung's broken ankle and the crutches he had left behind in the haste to seek medical attention for the foot injury. A flicker of concern crossed his face as he contemplated how Wooyoung would manage both injuries.

Determined to offer support, San approached the hospital staff. "Excuse me, is there any way I can get crutches for my friend? He also has a broken ankle."

The nurse, understanding the urgency, assured San that they would arrange for a pair of crutches. San, a silent guardian in the storm's aftermath, felt a glimmer of relief knowing that Wooyoung's immediate needs would be addressed.

As the hospital staff worked to provide the necessary equipment, San returned to the waiting area, his gaze fixed on the door that separated him from Wooyoung. The storm outside continued its relentless dance, but within the hospital, a different kind of rhythm unfolded—one of care, support, and the quiet strength that often emerges in the face of adversity.

When a nurse eventually approached with a pair of crutches, San felt a renewed sense of purpose.

The nurse led San into a quiet consultation room, his expression serious. The sterile atmosphere of the hospital room felt cold and impersonal as the doctor began to speak.

"Mr. San," the nurse started, "we've treated Wooyoung's injuries, but there's something you need to be aware of."

San's concern deepened, and he nodded for the nurse to continue.

"Firstly, the cut on Wooyoung's foot required stitches, and we've provided crutches to assist with his mobility. However, the situation with his ankle is more complicated. It seems he had a pre-existing injury, and tonight's events have exacerbated it."

San's brows furrowed in worry. "Exacerbated? How bad is it?"

The doctor sighed, choosing his words carefully. "The fracture in his ankle was already severe, and the recent events have made it worse. We've done what we can to stabilize it, but it's going to take time and careful monitoring for him to recover fully."

San felt a heavy weight settle in his chest. "Is there anything else I should know?"

The doctor hesitated before responding. "Wooyoung is not just dealing with physical injuries. The emotional toll is significant. He's been through a traumatic experience tonight. Physical healing is essential, but emotional support is equally crucial for his overall well-being. Ensure he has a supportive environment during his recovery."

San nodded, gratitude mingling with the worry on his face. "Thank you for taking care of him."

"Mr. San, I need to inform you that Wooyoung will be required to stay overnight for observation. We want to monitor his recovery closely."

San, though understanding the necessity, felt a surge of concern. "Of course, whatever he needs. Can I see him?"

The nurse nodded. "Certainly. Follow me, please."

In Wooyoung's hospital room, the subdued lighting created an atmosphere of quiet reflection. Wooyoung lay in the bed, his eyes expressing a mixture of pain and gratitude as San entered.

"Hey," San said softly, taking a seat beside Wooyoung. "How are you feeling?"

Wooyoung managed a weak smile. "Better, now that you're here."

San, appreciating the sentiment, then turned his attention to the nurse. "Can you tell me more about Wooyoung's mobility during his recovery? He runs a bakery, and it's crucial for him to get back on his feet."

The nurse, understanding the concern, explained, "Given the severity of the ankle fracture, he'll need to avoid putting weight on it for a while. Crutches will assist with mobility, but it's important for him to take it easy. A gradual return to regular activities will be part of his recovery plan."

San nodded, his mind already racing with thoughts of how to manage the bakery in Wooyoung's absence. "Thank you for letting me know. We'll figure it out."

As the nurse left the room, San sat beside Wooyoung, contemplating the challenges that lay ahead

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I'm so sorry for not updating this at 9:00 like I said one of my brothers had some trouble with kids at his school.

He always had this one group friends who he thought he was super close with, but one of them posted a picture of all the friends hanging out. My brother did not know about this hang out session, he tried talking to them today, but they gave him the silent treatment. My brother is on of the most extroverted, kind, and funny kids you would ever meet.

I want to help him really bad.