𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝙩𝙘𝙛

The Last Round

"Who are you calling God's lackey?!"

I don't know what is happening, but it's dark, cold, and noisy. There's too much noise but not enough at the same time. My head hurt, but i don't remember why.

Is he okay?
Is he hurt like i'am right now?
I hope not.

I heard siren from a far, but it's too muted. Everything is too much and too little. Why is that? Should i rest for a moment? Just let me close my eyes for a moment.

I hope no one will judge me for this, but i'm so tired.

My body is heavy, i can't move my arms or legs, my mouth feels dry, and something is moist. I don't know what. But my whole body feels wet and sticky, like something is sticking to my skin.

These people around me talk to much. Can they calm down? I want to rest.

"Soo Yeon."

Hm? The voice sounds familiar... my head hurts even more. Sorry, but can i sleep? Just give me 10 minutes. I'll wake up and talk to you then.

"That's okay. Close your eyes and let go."

The voice sounds warm but hollow, it sounds like they are worried about me. Why would anyone be worrying about me though? as far i remember, i only have him. Ah, and that guy too.

Why are you sad?
Why do you sound regretful?

"Because this is not how your life supposed to end."

I see.
But i do not mind. Thank you for worrying about me, but i would prefer to just let it be.

"I'm sorry, child."

There's someone carrying me. I cannot see, but i remember this feeling. Like when dad carry me from the sofa to the bedroom when i was resting after playing with him. It's the same feeling.

Comforting.
This is very comfortable.
But...
I'm sorry for making you carry me.

The voice chuckle and then sigh. "Even in your death, you still have time to think about others."

Death? Oh.
I guess i'm dying, huh?
It make sense.

That means that wet feeling that i felt was blood and the pounding headache are trauma from whatever hits me. It's strange that i don't remember the few seconds that i was supposed to be dying. I only remember what happened afterward.