Actor, 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓 [UNDEREDITING]

33 ; Actor

I was rushed to hospital. I don't know how long I was lying on the floor with the random woman, but she waited there with me till the paramedics arrived. One of the paramedics picked me up, their arms under my back and legs and carried me down all the flights of stairs carefully. I thanked him at the bottom, but my voice was rough. In the man's madness, he had punched me in the throat. I could feel the pain there, after the numbness had left.

I was gently placed on a bed in the back of the ambulance, and the same man who carried me down , had chosen to sit in the back with me. I felt the ambulance begin to drive off, the siren on top sounding loud even inside. The paramedic began checking me for injuries on the rest of my body, and he would occasionally write things down. He chose not to speak much, but it didn't bother me since I couldn't talk back. 

I looked down, my neck straining to see my ankle. It was twisted at a weird angle and it was pulsing with a pain unbearable. I tried not to cry again, I was getting easier to handle but it was nothing I had felt before. 

"I can't do much from here, but I can tell your ankle is broken..." The man finally decided to say and I nodded, I had a hunch that it was, "Also, the women id driving to the hospital too."

I looked at the paramedic, "Why?"

"She is a witness to what happened. If it was an accident it needs to be reported...if something else happened, the police will talk to you. She is a witness." The paramedic explained, in a tone which told me he wouldn't believe me if I said I fell down the stairs.

We finally got to the hospital, and the paramedics wheeled me in on the bed. I put my arm over my head, hopefully to obscure my face, if anyone saw me and knew who I was, word would travel fast and I'd never hear the end of it. I was due to finish filming in a few weeks, just before Christmas, but I was sure it would have to be delayed now due to my situation. I felt bad for my fellow actors, who would have to change their schedules over Christmas. 

I was placed in a room, and left alone for a few seconds. The paramedics came back into the room, conversing with a doctor who would take over and take charge over me. The paramedics finally said their goodbyes, and the doctor turned  to me with a small smile. I was surprised he didn't grimace like everyone else, but it was expected. Doctors are probably used to seeing worse.

"I'm Dr. Junmin. What's your name sir?" He asked first, a clipboard and pen in his hands.

"Kim Korain." I coughed out, my throat still scratchy and sore.

"Thank you. I'm going to clean you up sir, and then we'll have to do some x-rays on your ankle." The doctor said as he clicked the clipboard on the end of my bed, "If you wish to call someone, you can use your phone if it's available, if it's not, you can use a hospital phone after your x-rays."

I nodded, and fished for my phone in my pockets. I pulled it out, the percentage low, almost dead. I quickly called my manager. I sighed, I would have to use my voice. He eventually answered. I didn't check the time, but I knew it was late now. Far to late to call my manager who was a bed bug, and always in bed by early night.

"Korain-ah?" His voice was husky, as if he awoke from a deep sleep.

"Hyung..." Just hearing his voice, and having to explain to him it happened again, almost made me start sobbing, but I held it together as the doctor sat me up and began pulling off my jumper.

"Korain? Is everything okay?" My manager asked quickly, he could sense something was off.

"He found me again hyung..." I choked out, a bubble of air trapped in the back of my throat.

"Where are you?"

It took my manager 20 minutes, after rushing to the hospital. I had been cleaned up of all the blood since then, but from my hyung's wince, I guess I still looked bad. The doctor explained I had a split lip, my eyebrow and right eye were badly swollen and bruised. My nose had a cut across the bridge, and my right cheekbone had took a beating too. He explained I might need to be tested for a concussion.

"Jesus Korain-ah...are you okay?" He asked slowly, looking over my body.

My arms were bruised from falling down the stairs, and I had scrapes in several places on my body too. My neck was red, from a few punches and everything was sore to the touch. It was bad, so bad. It began hurting less when the doctors put something in my wrist, it was a dull ache now.

"I'm fine." I said quietly, but I was just tired and I wanted nothing to do with anyone anymore. They would just be targeted by him.

"Have the police been contacted?" He asked and I shrugged, I have no idea the process. I couldn't find myself to care right now.

He went out of the room after I shrugged, and I looked at my ankle. It was still sitting in a weird angle, the bone completely detached. I felt detached from my body, I felt disgusting. I felt like I was sitting in an empty shell. I just wanted to go to sleep, this night has been the worst night of my life. Just this morning, I had dropped Chan off and went to work, and now I was...I was dealing with the trauma of being stalked, attacked and nearly...

He kissed me. I felt like my insides were trying to throw up whatever I had eaten that day. I wanted to shrivel up into myself.

My room's door opened again, and my manager stepped in.

"The police are on their way Korain-ah, don't worry. I promise they'll be able to do more this time."

Last time, I had told the police the truth about what happened. I was attacked, and followed. The man had pulled me into a strange, abandoned back street in the darkness of the night. Ever since then, I hated going out in the dark and the first time I had done so was the date with Chan. He then proceeded to throw me around where I broke my ankle in the process, and had a few scratches here and there. 

The police tried to find him, but there was no evidence besides my body. There was no video proof, no cameras to capture him, or it was too dark. He didn't drive, or his car was too far to be located without camera. There was nothing they could help with, he wore gloves that night so no fingerprints on my clothes...I was alone with his touch on my skin.

Because I was a new actor, my manager and company decided to rule it an injury which I had to recover from. It was part of the truth, just not all of it. I spent the 6months recovering, not just physically but mentally and emotionally too.

They obviously never got closer to finding him, but I had suffered because of it. Now, I was here again going through the same process. I prayed that they would be of help this time.