Hyunjin is the head of a large company and is currently looking for a new assistant. He has fired at least 15 of them this month, so he is looking for another. Felix had been bad enough for the last month, his girlfriend broke up with him and they f...
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FELIX POV
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I woke up in the hospital. I remember driving to the hospital in the car with Hyunjin and the lady took us in right away. It happened quickly when I showed up at the doctor's office, who examined me and I was sent to the operating room.
I was scared, I didn't want to go anywhere. And when I found out I was going into surgery and right away, I almost had a heart attack.
Me and surgery? Who knew? All of a sudden...
I don't remember much after that, because I got anesthesia. I just woke up now.. I was in some room in a hospital bed or whatever you want to call it.
I had an IV in my hand and I wasn't feeling so good. I didn't want to be here. I was already in the hospital through my head, and now through... What? I'm so out of it.
"You're awake now, thank God," someone spoke up next to me. Probably Hyunjin, no one else would be here..
I turned my head to stare at him.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked, looking at the IV with distaste.
"You had appendicitis, but everything's fine now" he smiled at me and grabbed my hand.
"Oh.. I don't like it here. And that thing in my hand is making me pretty disgusted" I muttered.
"Don't worry, you won't be here forever" he stroked my arm. "You're not so bad now, are you?"
"Not really," I sighed. I thought I wouldn't be visiting the hospital for a long time now, but where am I now? On my deathbed.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked me.
"I guess not really, I'm just looking forward to going home"
"Well, you'll have to be here for a few days"
"I know.." I piped up. I wasn't planning on being in hospital at all, I wanted to do something else, but my life was just throwing sticks at me, how great.
"I don't remember much..." I muttered. I was sick of being stuck here. "It'll be good soon, I'm sure," he smiled.
We were interrupted from this fairly forced conversation by a knock on the door and then the nurse entering the room.
"I just want to give you some information regarding your treatment" she said as she came closer to us. That's the kind of information I need to know. I want to know when I'm going to be okay and other things around that.
