Love Is A Waste Of Time

Jeongcheol 3

"She-" the nurse shuttered, taking a step back in horror and looking at the row of teachers, "She is dead!"

"......"

"WHAT?!"

The way their complexion paled, eyes widened and demeanor faltered after listening to the nurse, it looked like half of them would pass out then and there.

How did this even happened?! How can she even be dead?!

Jeonghan felt like his knees were giving up, a sheer panick settling inside him as he found himself unable to form a single word, "How- how can she- i- when I saw her, she was-"

Hell, he never cared to check her pulse. He thought she just fainted like any other normal student, not an ounce of his conscience said she might have been dead.

Nothing, nothing like this had ever happened to him!

"She was brought here too late." She stated, the horror still prominantly sitting on her face while the dead body laid there brain freezed her.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

She wasn't experienced in this field, and never ever she thought she would need to look after a dead body when she filled in to be a nurse at school. The dead body was very much a topic of immense bewilderness to her as it was to everyone else. And a simple nurse at school, who treat wounds of people here and there, and more than often have children coming to her with their fake illness would never really know what to do with a dead body.

"Did you checked her pulse when-"

"No! I fucking didn't!" Jeonghan raged at Seungcheol, the man who just wanted answer of his simple question but ended up making Jeonghan feel like he was being blamed for the late arrival.

Could have they saved her if they were a little early?

Seungcheol didn't said anything after that, keeping his mouth shut as he looked over the place where the student's body was kept. After few seconds, he heard one of the teachers speak, "We should call police. We don't exactly know what happened to her and-"

"Principal is here!"

The old man, probably in his mid fifties entered inside, and the second he kept his foot in touch of white floor of the nursery, all eyes immediately darted towards him, wariness lingering over everyone's face.

"How is she?" He asked while standing in between, but as no answer came, he himself went to look at the child. He caught her wrist, checking for the pulse.

Only to find none.

"She is dead sir."

The principal felt like someone had dumped a weight of thousand kilos on his shoulders. The wrist fell from his hands, colliding lifelessly against the bed, and he staggered back, almost in the way it felt like he would fall on floor.

There is nothing more bad that could happen to a school than this.

But before he could fall down, few of the teachers caught him immediately, helping him stand up as he told them he was fine. The next second, his complexion was way worst than any of them.

His voice staggered like his action, "Is it, is it a, suicide?"

"I can't determine that sir." The nurse felt her stomach twisting because of an indescribable fear, "But she is too young, barely nineteen, to die of any natural causes. I fear there is no sign of external wounds as well. She must have consumed something."

The principal rubbed his temple in pure wariness, feeling so stupid yet so unlucky of himself, "Why? Just why they have to do this?! What am i even supposed to tell their parents now?!"