❛ ━ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ━ ❜ After their world went up in smoke following the heartbreaking loss of their child, Choi San and Jung Wooyoung's engagement shattered into pieces. Each day became a battle for survival in a sea of grief. Struggling to c...
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In the middle of the night, I woke up with a sharp pain in my chest and a horrible cough that shook my entire body. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and droplets trickled down my face and neck. I turned over, pulling the covers tighter around me in a futile attempt to find some comfort. The past two days had taken a significant toll. Talking to Hwa-Young about openly sharing her feelings had been necessary, but it left me grappling with my own fears, which now seemed to be eating me alive.
I coughed again, a harsh, wracking sound that I tried to muffle by covering my mouth. The effort left me breathless, and I could feel tears of frustration and pain welling up in my eyes. Each cough sent a wave of agony through my chest, making it difficult to breathe. I lay there, feeling the weight of my illness more acutely than ever.
San stirred beside me, instantly alert. "Wooyoung?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but laced with concern. He turned on the bedside lamp, casting a soft, warm glow over us. His eyes widened when he saw the state I was in. "Oh my God, are you okay?"
I shook my head slightly, unable to speak through the pain and coughing. San immediately sat up, his hands gentle but firm as he placed one on my back and the other on my forehead. "You're burning up," he said softly, his brow furrowing with worry. "We need to get you some help."
He got out of bed quickly, grabbing a towel and some water from the bathroom. He gently wiped my face and neck, the coolness of the towel providing a slight relief. "Just try to breathe slowly," he instructed, his voice calm but urgent. "We'll get through this."
I nodded weakly, focusing on his voice to ground myself. San picked up the phone and called the emergency number, his words a blur as I struggled to keep my breathing steady. I felt a mix of fear and exhaustion, my body shaking with the effort of each breath.
When he returned to my side, he held my hand tightly. "An ambulance is on the way," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just hold on a little longer. They'll be here soon."
The minutes stretched on, feeling like hours, as we waited. San never let go of my hand, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my distress. Finally, the sound of sirens broke the oppressive silence, and within moments, paramedics were at our side, efficiently assessing my condition and preparing me for transport.
As they wheeled me out, I caught a glimpse of Hwa-Young standing in the hallway, her eyes wide with fear. San knelt down to reassure her, his voice calm and soothing despite the gravity of the situation. "Daddy's going to be okay," he promised her, his eyes meeting mine with a look of determined hope. "We'll be back soon."
I tried to muster a reassuring smile for her, though it likely came out as a grimace. As the paramedics loaded me into the ambulance, San climbed in beside me, his hand never leaving mine. The ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and medical jargon, but through it all, San's presence was a constant source of comfort.
