The Sunrise's Treasure

2. Infirmary

(Y/n) POV

It was getting harder to breathe, but I didn't know why. My head was pounding. I felt exhausted...so exhausted. I felt two people in the room with me even with my eyes shut. One on my left holding my hand, the other on my right running a wet cloth on my forehead.

"You're saying this illness...is terminal?" the voice on my left said. "You can't know that for sure, Dr. Min."

"I am unfortunately sure," said another, deeper voice on the other side of whatever room I was in. "She's young, but I'd give her less than a decade. Long enough for her to fall in love; maybe give you a grandchild."

"I-I don't even know what to say," said the voice on my right. "What are the symptoms of a flair-up?"

"Exhaustion, possible fainting, fever, dry coughing, coughing blood if severe enough," Dr. Min answered. "Be sure to call me in case of any emergency. I'm your family doctor so I'll be with you north and south."

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My breathing was normal instead of the dry coughing I originally woke up with. My eyes were closed again, not wanting to hurt them with a bright light. I slightly turned my head to see if I would get dizzy from any movement; I didn't. My arms and legs felt like lead and my stomach was cramping. When was the last time I ate?

"Hey, sweetie. Are you waking up?" I heard a soft, but deep voice say. Where have I heard that voice? I slowly blinked my eyes open to see the Greek god from earlier. I think they said his name was Yeosang. I had no idea if I could talk, so I slowly nodded in response. He smiled softly and grabbed something out of the bucket next to the bed I was lying on: a cold, wet cloth. He placed it gently on my forehead as I felt my surroundings. I felt a thin dress as my only piece of clothing, my hair was wet from either sweat or the countless rags used to reduce my fever, and I was covered in thick blankets.

"W-where..." my weak voice stuttered out.

"Where are you?" he asked as he helped me to slowly sit up. I nodded my head. "You're in the ship's infirmary. Two of my crewmates found you in the hull behind some crates."

"How did I...get here?" I whispered.

"To the infirmary?"

"Onto the ship." His eyebrows furrowed at my question. Almost as if he didn't expect that response.

"You...you don't know how you got onto the Treasure?" he asked, extremely confused. I shook my head. "Well, what's the last thing you remember?"

"My name is Lee (Y/n)." I tried to rack my brain for anything else, and then I remembered what I saw before I woke up. "And I'm sick."

"Yes, I can see tha--"

"No. Terminally sick," I looked down and tears fell down my face. That doctor had given me less than ten years, but how long ago was that? Hell, how old was I at that point? I couldn't remember anything else.

"Terminal? With what?!" Yeosang frantically asked. The look on his face seemed curious, almost as if he wanted to research me, but I doubted he would. He seemed too kindhearted for that.

"I don't remember...why can't I remember?!" I was panicking. I put my hand on my face to hide my tears but heard a harsh knock on the door. I quickly curled my way into the tiniest corner of the bed, scared of who might be on the other side.

"Yeosang, is everything okay? I can hear you yelling from the map room," I heard a new voice say. This voice sounded jokingly worried and I turned to look at Yeosang who was still wide-eyed.

"Come in, San," he muttered. It must have been just loud enough for the door to open and another man walked in. Gods, how many handsome men are there on just one ship? He stared at my cowering figure but gave me a small, dimpled smile.

"I see our pretty little stowaway is finally awake. Must have been a rough night for you, Sangie," the dimpled man giggled. I got a better look at him and saw that his hair was also a bit odd. It was slightly curly with an average black color, but there was one chunk in the front that was a different color: blond, almost white. "I'll go get the captain. I'm pretty sure he has a list of questions by now."

The door quietly closed behind San. I moved a bit so I wasn't curled against the wall, but was softly held by Yeosang in the process. He turned my head to look at him and he began gently wiping away my tears. So...gentle... My eyes fluttered closed at the comfort his touch was giving me, but my heart was racing at the thought of a stranger, a man no less, touching me at all. Once he let go of my face, he put his hands on top of mine and asked me one more question.

"Is there anything else you remember? Maybe a person or an event." I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"I only remember one other thing, I think it is a name." The footsteps stop in front of the door.

"And what is that name?" The door began to creak open.

"Hongjoong." The door slammed open and I saw two men standing there. One was the blue-haired captain, and the other was a very tall man with long black hair. They both stared at me with fury and confusion. The taller man ripped his pistol out of his belt and aimed it right at my head.

"Who the fuck are you and how do you know that name?" he exclaimed angrily, as if I had revealed a well-kept secret to an enemy. My eyes widened as I slowly curled myself back into my corner, shaking like a leaf. His eyes burned with fury. "Answer me!"

I didn't know how to answer so I just cried. Cried like a scared child. Cried while stumbling out phrases like, "I don't know...I don't remember...don't hurt me...please don't...I'm sorry."

The captain looked toward Yeosang as if to ask him what was going on.

"Her name is Lee (Y/n) and she seems to have some form of amnesia. She doesn't even remember how she got on the ship."

"She must've gotten on when we docked at South Key Coast, but it's been three days since then. How did we not find her sooner?" the captain questioned.

"I honestly don't know. But she says she only remembers three things and I'm very inclined to believe her based on everything in the past few minutes," The captain motioned for him to continue.

"Her own name. That she is terminally ill with some unknown ailment. And the name Hongjoong." The captain straightened his back and put his hand on the taller man's shoulder.

"Put it away, Seonghwa. I've just got a couple more pressing questions to ask," the captain said. Seonghwa placed his pistol back in his belt and backed away so the captain could sit on the bed in front of me. He swiftly grabbed my chin to make me look at him. It was tight enough to hold me but gentle enough to not hurt me. "Okay (Y/n). Do you know who I am?" I shook my head. "Do you know my ship's name?" I shook my head again. "Then how did a little ray of sunshine like yourself end up on the Treasure of Captain Kim Hongjoong?"

Captain Kim Honjoong?...