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Chapter 43. Unbreakable bond

Seungcheol felt like he was on cloud nine. He saw it—Jeonghan's finger twitched. He saw it!

"D-doctor!" Seungcheol scrambled to his feet, banging on the door loudly. Jeonghan was trying to come back. Jeonghan was coming back for him.

Seungcheol watched as the doctors and nurses rushed in, pushing him to the side as they began checking Jeonghan.

"He's showing signs of consciousness," one of the nurses said, her voice urgent but steady. "Let's monitor his vital signs closely."

The room buzzed with activity as medical professionals surrounded Jeonghan, their movements precise and efficient. Seungcheol stood nearby, his heart racing with a mix of hope and fear.

"Jeonghan, can you hear us?" the doctor asked, leaning in close to check for any response. They carefully assessed his reflexes and neurological responses, shining a light in his eyes to check for pupil reaction.

"His pupils are reactive," the doctor noted, a hint of optimism in his voice. "That's a good sign."

The team continued their examination, checking Jeonghan's heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels. They adjusted the machines that had been supporting him, reducing the sedatives to allow him to wake up more fully.

"He's stabilizing," another nurse said, glancing at the monitors. "Heart rate and blood pressure are looking better."

Seungcheol could hardly breathe as he watched, every fiber of his being focused on Jeonghan. He wanted to reach out, to hold his hand and tell him everything would be okay, but he knew he needed to let the medical team do their work.

"Jeonghan, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand," the doctor instructed, placing his hand gently in Jeonghan's.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, slowly but surely, Jeonghan's fingers twitched, and his hand closed weakly around the doctor's.

"He's responding!" the doctor announced, a wave of relief washing over the room.

Seungcheol's eyes filled with tears as he watched Jeonghan's eyes flutter open, struggling to adjust to the light. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for any sign of recognition.

"Jeonghan," Seungcheol whispered, stepping closer. "It's me, Seungcheol. You're safe now. You're coming back to us."

Jeonghan's gaze slowly shifted towards Seungcheol, his eyes filled with confusion and exhaustion but also a flicker of recognition. His lips parted, but no sound came out.

"Don't try to speak yet," the doctor said gently. "You've been through a lot. Just take it slow."

Seungcheol reached out, finally taking Jeonghan's hand in his. The warmth of his touch was a lifeline, a connection that transcended the weeks of silence and darkness.

"We're going to monitor you closely," the doctor continued, addressing both Jeonghan and Seungcheol. "You've been in a coma for two weeks, and it's going to take time to fully recover. But you're on the right path."

Seungcheol nodded, his eyes never leaving Jeonghan's face. "Thank you, doctor," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for bringing him back to me."

The doctor smiled reassuringly. "He's a fighter. We'll continue to provide the best care possible."

As the medical team continued their work, adjusting Jeonghan's medications and monitoring his progress, Seungcheol stayed by his side, his heart full of hope and gratitude. Jeonghan had come back to him.

"S-seung..." Jeonghan's voice was a raspy whisper, each syllable scratching against his raw throat. But the urge to call out to Seungcheol was stronger than the pain. He reached out weakly, his fingertips brushing against Seungcheol's knuckles.