Double doors open, a wave of chaos following. Two paramedics wheel a stretcher through the lobby. A young woman, unconscious lies on it, her face pale and bloodied.
"Emergency!.... Code red!"
The words echo through the hallways as the stretcher carrying the woman speeds towards the operating theater. The medical team's urgency is palpable, their faces a mask of focused concern.
"Take her to OT now!" The doctor's voice slices through the sound of beeps and footsteps. The stretcher jolts as it's pushed through the swinging doors, and the chaos of the lobby is replaced by the sterile calm of the operating theater. The room is a blur of blue-green scrubs and shiny instruments.
People say that actions have consequences, and I'm here because of some choices I made. But let me tell you, I don't regret a single one of them. If given the chance, I'd do it all over again, even if it meant ending up like this. But that's not how it all started. Six months ago, my life was a whole different scene.
Hi, I'm Y/N, the girl on the stretcher. They're rushing me through these cold, bright hallways, and I'm just here, unable to move or speak. It's all a bit surreal, like watching a movie of someone else's life. But this is my story. Wanna hear it?
Six months ago,
"I can't believe they thought the new professor was a student!" Nina's laughter bubbled over the phone line as Y/N held her stomach, tears of mirth streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh my god, Nina, you're killing me!" Y/N gasps between giggles, wiping at her eyes.
"I know, right? It was epic!" Nina's voice carries over the phone, full of life and amusement.
"No seriously! How could she-" Y/N's words are abruptly cut off as a call for her echoes through the house.
"Y/N! Y/N! Get down here now!" Her brother's voice boomed up the stairs. She wiped her eyes and called out, "Coming!" She hung up with Nina and made her way downstairs.
Her brother, Namjoon, was in the living room, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "I brought you a gift," he said, holding out a large red box.
Y/N stared at the box warily, "What's the catch?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. Her brother had never been one for surprises, especially not ones wrapped in fancy paper.
"Don't worry, it's nothing like that," Namjoon replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "But I do need you to meet someone."
Y/N took the box, eyeing it skeptically, as her brother gestured to the shadowy figure standing behind him. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black suit that screamed 'security'. His expression was stoic, and his gaze was sharp. He looked like he could bench press a small car, and his eyes bore into Y/N's as if daring her to argue. Practically glaring at her, his expression says that he already didn't like her.
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