The Selfish Swan ✓

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As the harsh reality of his mortality pressed down upon him, Jeonghan found himself facing a pivotal moment in his journey. The once vibrant hues of his existence now faded to muted shades of gray, his body frail and weary from the relentless battle with illness. On this particular day, as he struggled to draw breath and found his strength waning, the realization dawned upon him that he could no longer endure this trial alone.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Jeonghan made the difficult decision to seek help, to entrust his care to the healing hands of modern medicine. As he ventured into the sterile halls of the hospital, each step weighed down with the burden of his mortality, he could not help but feel a profound sense of vulnerability wash over him.

The clinical scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, the cold touch of linoleum floors beneath his feet a stark reminder of the sterile environment that awaited him. As he made his way to the admissions desk, his gaze fixed on the indifferent faces of the medical staff bustling about their duties, he felt a pang of isolation pierce his heart.

With each word spoken, each form filled out with trembling hands, Jeonghan realized that he was now a mere cog in the machinery of the hospital, a patient among countless others in need of care. The weight of his mortality bore down upon him with crushing force, the stark reality of his condition laid bare for all to see.

As he was wheeled into the sterile confines of the hospital room, the clinical beeps and whirrs of medical equipment serving as a somber soundtrack to his thoughts, Jeonghan could not help but feel a sense of dislocation from the world he once knew. The walls of the room seemed to close in around him, their sterile whiteness a stark contrast to the vibrant tapestry of his memories with Sarang.

Alone in his thoughts, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, Jeonghan sought solace in the knowledge that he was taking a necessary step towards his own healing. Despite the fear and uncertainty that gripped his heart, he clung to a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness that whispered of the possibility of a brighter tomorrow.

As he lay upon the sterile hospital bed, the harsh overhead lights casting stark shadows across his face, Jeonghan closed his eyes and allowed himself to surrender to the care of the medical experts around him. In that moment of surrender, as he felt the weight of his mortality lift ever so slightly from his shoulders, he found a measure of peace in the knowledge that he was not alone in this battle.

And so, as the medical staff went about their tasks with clinical precision, as the beeping of monitors served as a constant reminder of his fragile state, Jeonghan closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift into a fitful sleep, his dreams haunted by visions of a future where he and Sarang would walk hand in hand once more, free from the shackles of illness and pain.

In the hospital room, as the world outside continued on its relentless march, Jeonghan found himself cocooned in a bubble of uncertainty and hope. With each passing moment, each breath drawn with effort, he clung to the belief that this hospital stay was but a stepping stone on his journey towards a brighter tomorrow, a tomorrow where he and Sarang would be reunited in a realm beyond pain and sorrow.