Ryeji Imagines

I'm right here

TW: non-epileptic seizures (NES, in this story caused by severe emotional trauma), clonic seizures
Mention of: kidnapping, sexual-verbal-emotional abuse

AGE-GAP: Yeji 21, Ryujin 17 (with consent of parents and the minor themself)

You will also learn what to do when someone has a seizure. If I have mistaken something, please correct me. I'm no professional. I recommend to do your own research as well and not take my words for granted. I don't know how much truth my words hold, but I've seen the same thing on multiple sites.
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Flashback "kidnapping" YEJI'S POV

I was walking through the forest with my black Doberman, Ophelia, throwing her some broken sticks and whatnot. The dog strutted back happily each time she found a stick and made sure to hit me with it first before actually dropping it in front of my feet. At first I thought she did it on accident because the stick she found was big, but as it progressively got smaller and she still hit me with it, I was convinced she did it on purpose.

"Ow, Ophelia! Quit it," I whined as she poked me with a stick. Ophelia sat down and looked up at me with those puppy eyes she would use when she did something wrong. I let out a sigh and reached down to pet her. "Stop that already. Let me throw it one more time and we'll continue our walk, okay?"

Yes, I do talk to my dog. It feels like she understands what I say - she does not, she only understands "sit", "treat" and "walk" - but you get the gist. That's not completely true; I took Ophelia to a professional trainer and she has been trained like a K9 except she has more control over herself and she's quite shy, so she doesn't necessarily tug on her leash to get to another dog.

I grabbed the stick from the ground and threw it off the trail. Ophelia ran after it, jumping over the bushes and disappearing into the green nature. I waited patiently for her to return, knowing it wouldn't take longer than a minute.

However, after a minute I was still standing in the middle of the trail, waiting for Ophelia to return. The woods weren't that dense; you could see fairly far between the trees. But Ophelia wasn't in my view anymore.

"Ophelia," I called out. I expected her to return immediately at the sound of me yelling her name, but she didn't. I was left with no choice but to go after her.

"Ophelia!" I yelled louder now. As well as she might have been trained, she's still a dog and she might have ran off somewhere.

I heard a bark and saw Ophelia standing by a big tree with her ears were folded back playfully. "Ophelia, come here," I ordered. The dog leaned back on her paws and lied down on the soil where grass was just starting to grow. When I saw that she wouldn't budge, I grabbed the chain leash and walked over to her.

"Ophelia, I swear to god, you stubborn little- oh my god."

Next to Ophelia and behind the tree sat a half naked girl, covered in blood and dirt. She looked up at me and the down at Ophelia.

"Are you Shin Ryujin?" I asked and grabbed my phone from my pocket. The girl faintly nodded and tried getting up. "Hold on, let me call the police," I said with a bit of a panicked voice and dialed the emergency number.

I couldn't even call because there was absolutely no service, so I was left with one thing to do.

"Okay, I'll get you to the hospital first and then we'll see," I said and reached for the girl's torso to pick her up. It seemed to be very bruised, but I needed to get her on her feet. I lifted the girl on her feet, unfortunately hurting her in the process, but she managed to stand up. "I'm sorry, Ryujin."

Shin Ryujin, a 16 year old girl that went missing two weeks ago has appeared on regional news every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday with hopes that anyone would find and/or recognize her. She used to have long hair in the pictures, but it seemed to be cut off up to her shoulders. She was also a lot slimmer in her face than on the pictures.