(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...
Two weeks slipped away as fast as the running of a horse, and my heart still resembled a flower withering as time ran by. Two weeks and my body endured the distress that was pushed by me every minute. Two weeks and my shoulders felt nothing but the weight of my own tombstone. Two weeks and my ears echoed the voices of my siblings.
No response was heard from the doctor either. After I handed him the slip containing my number, nothing but a single ‘Hi’ text peeked through my notification after a few hours I walked out the suffocating walls of a hospital. Even though my heart begged me to text the doctor and pop the question if he managed to find a donated heart for my surgery soon, I didn’t.
“Whatcha thinking of?” Eunjoo’s voice that rang through the phone brought me back to the real world. Without my realization, I may have slipped into my own deep end while she was on Facetime with me.
I shook my head as a no and worked my lips up into a smile, “Nothing. Just tired and that’s making me zone out a lot.”
Her expressions displayed the angelfish of pity in the sea of all the emotions. “Iseul, I’m sorry. You need me right now and I—” She stumbled over her words, the small pound of tears already flooded in her eyes. “Just sorry.”
My eyebrows furrowed upon hearing her apology to a situation that didn’t have any of her involvement in. “Hey, Hey, Hey, why are you saying sorry? you have nothing to be sorry about.” I assured her, but her emotions seemed unfazed by my trail of words. Her eyes still had the rain of guilt over them.
“But,” She paused once again, “I really need you to be okay. Your sisters too need you to be okay.”
My lips stretched into a little smile as a soft sigh escaped my mouth. “Of course I’ll be okay. I’m not dying, Eun, so don’t worry.”
“Hey, don’t say that!”
A small thread of laughter leaves through the barriers of my lips at the sight of her adorable expressions of supposedly ‘anger’, that hinted nowhere near the face of anger.
As I opened my mouth to speak, a small pop-up notification jumped over my screen, rushing out the window as quickly as it possibly could. Fairly for me, I caught a quick glance of it as it displayed the name– ‘Doctor Hyunjin’ before it slid away. Not being able to see the content it contained, a frown took place over my face.
“Iseul, everything okay? That expression doesn’t look okay.” Eunjoo speaks as I shake .y head as a no before informing her about the text I received.
“Hold on, I just got a text—” I paused, tapping over the messaging app that carried the doctor’s words. “From my doctor.” I completed my half sentence.
“Oh? What does it say?”
I click on his name, my eyes scanning over the sentence he sent me.
"Hello, Ms. Shin.I checked in to let you know that a donationfor you heart transplant has been informed to me. If you have time,would it be okay for you to visit my office today?”
My frown eases up as the words sink into my knowledge. I could feel my ready-to-drop heart already feel lighter as a sense of relief danced through my emotions. I quickly typed out a message for him– "Hello!Thank you so much for letting me know:)And of course, what time should I come by?” before I hit the send button.
I ran my fingers back to the icon of the facetime, finding Eunjoo putting a piece of Watermelon in her mouth. “Sorry for not replying. He said that a donator has been found for me. He called me to the hospital.”
She raised her eyebrow up at my response, “Oh? That’s great, Iseul!”
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“—nd will have to run a few tests to make sure the factors suit you.” Hyunjin speaks as his words registered in my mind, the information embracing the tower of anxiety that refused to break.
“Yeah, okay. Sounds… fine.”
A small exhale leaves him as he lips tighten into a smile. He puts the cover of the file that he held over it, abandoning it at the corner of the table that resembled the color of a dark chocolate.
“So, I suppose an appointment for you would be all good?” He says.
I shake my head a ‘yes’, my heart still racing behind the cages of my body as it threatens to fall out of my walls. The fear built itself up every second at the thought of losing my life to the heavens, and then leaving my little sisters alone. A small sigh leaves my rainless throat, as a sharp pain– as if a dagger stabbed my chest takes place.
He rips his eyes off of me, turning to the computer as he nods. “Alright, would twelve noon be fine?”
My only response left was a nod once again, as I repeat the action.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE]
hello lovesss :))) how are you all????
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