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Surrounded by a bitter smell, with an undertone of artificial fragrance, I muster the effort to open my eyes. The first sight that greets me is the stark white ceiling of the hospital room, tubes connected to my arm.
Lying there, still and lifeless for a few moments. My mind swirls with thoughts and questions. (Who was that person who gets t me out from The room?) . I attempt to rise from the bed, but a nurse appears before me suddenly.
"Miss, you should lie down. You aren't fully healed yet. Rest for a few hours, and perhaps your guardian will arrive,"
she says with a sympathetic smile.
"It's okay. I have no guardian. I'll take my leave," I reply, trying to gently shake her hold off my shoulder, eager to leave.
"I'll call the doctor, Miss. You can discuss with him, please stay,"
Insisting she tell me , as she holds me with a grip firm yet gentle.
Not quite sure what to do, I reluctantly nod and settle back down so i can escape when she is gone .
But instead of leaving me she informs the doctor through her pager.
About ten minutes later, a young doctor, likely in his twenties, enters the room.
"Hello, Miss Y/N, I'm Dr. Edward," he introduces himself, extending his hand for a handshake.
"We're unsure how you ended up with carbon poisoning, but perhaps you could provide us with some details? If you're uncomfortable, we can discuss it in private. After all, I'm not just a healer of bodies; I can heal minds too,"
he says, adopting a slightly comical tone.
"Well, you're certainly a hard task, but I'm up for challenges,".
With a grin, he invites me to his office.
Wanting to get out from here as soon as possible i follow him so we can just get over it.
Entering his office, I settle into a brown chair positioned in front of Edward's desk, while he stands by the window.
"Your privacy is safe with me, Y/N. I won't share anything we discuss if you don't want me to," he reassures me.
Giving him a slight nod, I keep my head down, contemplating whether I should confide in him because all everyone do is make broken promises and lies.
Glancing up as he takes his seat, I'm caught off guard by his straightforward words. "I recognize a case of attempted suicide when I see one, Y/N."
Feeling embarrassed and vulnerable, I remain silent. (Am I so weak that I couldn't handle unrequited love?)
"I was just bored of life, nothing else," I manage to mumble, struggling to explain.
"Life is a precious gift, Y/N, and you've been given another chance. Maybe it's time to let go of past and focus on present," Edward suggests gently.
