(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...
The bright rays of the sun shining peeked through the open spots whenever the curtains moved, becoming the only source of light in the room. I lay with my stomach pressed against the mattress, the softness of it radiating comfort.
When Jake allowed himself to get vulnerable for once and bid his goodbye an hour or two past midnight, I was on pins and needles, making random patterns on the feathery blanket or calling for the sleepiness that I yearned for. Needless to say, all the efforts go up in smoke.
I lifted my right hand up to my head that was buried in the pillow that felt as soft as a fluffy cloud, scratching at the back. With a sigh, I pushed my body up while supporting myself with my arm. Patting my hair that sticked around in all directions chaotically.
My mouth opened up into a yawn as I looked around the room that was as dark as the night, with the sunlight trying to peek in like the moon trying to devote its luster. My eyes squinted slightly as the light fell over my eyes.
Turning to my side, I swung my legs down with my feet meeting the delicate and feathery at-home slippers. Another groan leaves my side as I gather every tiny bit of strength left in my body in-order-to push myself up from the warmth fighting to keep itself engulfed in me, yet I had no choice but to get on track.
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"You are here," Jakes sighs out, reaching his hand out for me to hold. Placing my hand over his, he gently pulls me closer.
"Yeah," I say in almost a whisper, only for him to hear as my eyes fixed on the path unfolding ahead us.
The silvery tiles reflected my shadow as I walked, lending me something to distract myself from how everything stacked up in my life while Jake led me towards the doctor he informed me about yesterday before he would leave with a heavy heart.
As much as I wanted to give in to all his efforts, it was no lie that I could not cut out for a different hospital. Especially with the deal that Jake has been guiding this place since as long as he would join the medical field. Maybe it was the unstable nature of my finances, or plain trust that I poured from the jar of my heart to the glass of his for him to cherish.
His palm grips tightly over the metal door as if it was death that laid out numerous traps for us to fall into on the other side of the door. I look up to see his face, expressions covered with a layer of look that referenced his soul crushing each passing second, as he tried to hold onto the broken pieces.
With a sigh and a drop of sweat threatening to fall off his forehead, he twisted the doorknob, “Hyunjin.”
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