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The place I did not expect to be at nearly five in the morning, was the hospital.

Infact, I could feel the pit in my stomach grow with more dread as I recognised the route towards the place, afterall, both my parents did die, surely I should know the way to the hospital.

I didn't even need Jake to tell me what was going on, I was at least smart enough to infer that it was surely something to do with Heeseung.

And judging from how Jake had a few grazes and cuts on him, it meant no good for Heeseung.

I didn't even allow Jake to properly stop his motorcycle, I just hopped off, leaving the helmet on the ground and running into the hospital building.

I was in a rush, I didn't care in the moment that I looked as if I was just picked up off the edge of the streets, my hands ran cold, and shaky.

Both hands on the receptionist's desk, I stared at her, demanding answers immediately from my eyes alone.

"Lee Heeseung, where is he, what's going on with him." I rapidly spoke, not even allowing myself to catch my breath.

The receptionist gave me a quick smile, typing on her computer and then gazing over at me.

"And who are you in relation to him?" She inquired, wasting even more time. I understand it was crucial to know and whatever, but still.

"I'm his younger sister, where is he, can you please hurry?" I urged her, in this moment, Jake came rushing in, heading over to me.

"He's currently in the Intensive Care Unit, there are no visitations at this time up until the doctor approves." She explained so calmly, and as if I was going to just go home after being told my only family member was in the ICU.

Are you fucking kidding me? In this moment I could care less about visitation hours and what the doctor says or not.

I didn't ask any more questions, heading over to the hallway that leads me to the Intensive Care ward, Jake hurried behind me and just before I was about to barge into the room, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

I looked at him, giving an exasperated exhale as I stared at his face. He was bound to catch a cold, and the injuries on his face and neck had to be treated, but that wasn't the most important thing to me right now.

"Don't." He simply said - and the look I gave him?

"Jake, are you fucking kidding me?" I scoffed, my hand slipping out of his grasp.

"I know you want to see him, but you heard the receptionist herself, you can't." Jake gave a low sigh, and I just stared at him, literally no words could come out of my mouth in this moment.

"What the fuck happened?" I rubbed my face, looking down and just trying to process everything that had just happened in the past hour.

"We were riding our motorcycles, during the rain when it's night it feels the best, but some fucker didn't see us and cut Heeseung off, swerved to the side and fell off." Jake hesitated continuing his words, but did anyways.

I tried swallowing this feeling of horror down my throat, but no matter how much I tried, it just wouldn't leave me alone. My breaths became shallower, and shakier by seconds.

I just turned to face the closed doors leading to the Intensive Care Unit, silence engulfed me once more.

This was the one day that I dread the most.

The doors opened suddenly, and out from the two double doors, came a bed with Heeseung laying on it, and two nurses either side.

As I finally noticed it was my brother, I quickly made my way beside him, looking at his face, pale and with a white bandage around his head.

"Heeseung, Heeseung, what is going on?!" I covered my mouth as the nurses continued moving him away, til he disappeared, out of my reach.

None of the nurses explained anything, they wouldn't even let me stand next to him for a small second.

I was defeated, truly. I had no words that could possibly be spoken right now, all I could feel were tears pricking at my eyes, that were about to pour out, right in this silent, daunting corridor.

I placed my hand over my eyes, the tears falling down silently. Like I said, Heeseung was the only person I had left, what? I'm supposed to bring another bouquet of flowers to add to the collection of graves of my family members?

I cried silently, only a few, light sobs leaving my mouth as I just thought of the worst.

Maybe I should've appreciated these annoying mid-night phone calls from him more, or helped him host parties more often.

I attempted to wipe my tears, but it seemed as if they were just neverending.

Out of nowhere, Jake came up to me, embracing me in a hug. He just gave a sigh as I continued crying over this.

"He's going to be fine Ji-eun, he'll make it out."