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A CHILLING SENSE OF DÉJÀ VU gripped the young prodigy as he raced through the sterile hospital corridors.
tears threatened to spill as he reached the receptionist, his voice trembling slightly as he inquired about y/n's whereabouts.
through the frosted glass of her room door, he glimpsed hurried figures – doctors and nurses in frantic motion. her parents sat outside, their faces etched with worry.
suddenly, mrs. l/n caught sight of him.
her head snapped up, and a sob escaped her lips. she rose hastily and, in a swift movement, enveloped sae in a tearful embrace.
"you're here, sae," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. sae responded by holding her close, rubbing comforting circles on her back.
"i hope my daughter's okay," mrs. l/n whispered, her voice barely a tremor.
sae forced a smile, willing away the fear that gnawed at him. "yeah, she'll be fine," he assured her, though the words tasted like ash in his mouth.
time stretched, minutes bleeding into hours, each beat of the clock echoing with unspoken prayers and desperate hope.
when the doctor and nurses finally emerged from the room, a collective breath seemed to escape the waiting family.
hope bloomed in their faces, fueled by the flicker of a smile dancing on the doctor's lips.
"i have both good news and bad news," he began, his voice a soothing balm after the storm of tension.
he peeled off his gloves, the rustle a whisper against the expectant silence. "the good news? y/n is out of immediate danger. she's good now."
a wave of relief washed over them, drowning out the fear that had clawed at their hearts.
relief, yes, but it was tinged with a gnawing uncertainty, a shadow cast by the unspoken "bad news" still to come.
the doctor cleared his throat, his gaze shifting uneasily. "for the bad news," he said, "i would prefer to speak with someone strong, someone with a steady heart."
his eyes flitted between y/n's parents and sae, the boyfriend whose face mirrored their own mix of relief and trepidation.
a ripple of surprise passed through the group. "i'm not sure i'm brave enough for that," mr. l/n mumbled, his voice rough with a welling emotion.
he knew, with a father's intuition, that whatever was coming would pierce him to the core, a wound that might take months, even years, to heal.
