Between Heaven & Hell: A Ghost Doctor Kdrama Fan Fic

Chapter 13: Tak's Army

There was no time to waste. Seung Tak couldn't run Young-min out into the hallway to pop out there. Not in front of his mother. She'd wonder what the hell he was doing. He needed to make sure he didn't kill Dr. Cha's career. He quickly acted, picking up Young-min's office phone. He'd call for a calvary. His mother was desperate, holding his hand, sobbing, and pleading, "Tak. Oh please, Tak."

Seung Tak swallowed and help back the tears forming in Young-min's eyes. For a moment, he recalled Grandpa Tess' story along with his fiance's account of seeing him watching his mother cry over his small body long ago.

"Mom- I mean Mrs. Go, can you donate blood?" He already knew he and his mother had the same blood type. It wasn't a question; it was an order. "Go. Go down to the ER and tell them I sent you."

"Yea—Yes. Okay." She hesitated at first—

"Mrs. Go, Seung Tak needs at least a liter of blood. He's severely anemic. It'll help stabilize him for now."

His mother ran out the door, nodding and looked back several times as Dr. Jang and Nurses ran into the room. Se-jin made her way to the other side of Seung Tak's bedside, checking his vitals along with the person she believed to be her husband.

"I think he's possibly septic." Seung Tak tried to speak like Young-min would, serious and curt. "Let's start him on a broad-spectrum--infusion. I have his mother donating blood to help—"

It was all he could do for his body. Medication and a blood transfusion. It was dying. He was dying. Seung Tak's long pause made Se-jin step over to her husband, "Honey, maybe you should take a moment?"

Seung Tak realized he was overcome—he'd brought Young-min to tears. This was good. It was a good time to make an exit and pop out, letting Se-jin handle his body and care.

Seung Tak gave Young-min's lower lip a quiver. He sniffed, bringing the back of his hand to wipe his nose. "You're...You're right. I'll.. Can you stay—"

Se-jin watched her husband cover his mouth, fighting to hide his sadness. "Oh Honey, of course. I'll take care of him."

"Give me--" He sniffed and gave a sigh, "Ten minutes." That should be long enough to get to Se-jin's office pop out and let Young-min get back to saving him. He hurried out, passing Su-jeong rushing in.

Se-jin waved her over to assist.

"Was Dr. Cha..."

Se-jin bit her lip, a bit mortified over Young-min's affection for Seung Tak. "Hmm...he was. But, at least, I know he's cried like that for me."

Seung Tak ran into Se-jin's office and made sure it was empty. He prepared himself, trying to remember how he looked in the security footage whenever Young-min popped out of him.

"Hmm...it looked like he just—" Seung Tak jumped and threw his arms over his head as if he were protesting with both or cheering after some championship. It took two fist pumps for Young-min to get his body back.

Young-min stood frozen in the middle of his wife's office. His eyes shot over to Seung Tak still in spirit. "Oh my—are you okay?"

Young-min reached his arms out to go hold Seung Tak. They both quickly stepped back, "No hugs."

"I'm...well...I'm a ghost."

"Did I-Did you save yourself?" Young-min put his hand over his heart, "You're not a dead ghost?"

"No." Seung Tak waved his hands, "Not yet. Se-jin took over. I sent my mom to donate blood—well you did."

"Good! Good thinking." He couldn't have his career ended by some talesmen getting possessed by shitty hands. "It's difficult to try and treat yourself. Looking down at your shitty hands was the only thing that kept my mind straight when I operated on myself."