L'AMOUR DE MA VIE

Ep 37: I'm Okay

3rd person's P.O.V

But as the despair washed over them, another doctor emerged from the operating room, urgency in his steps. "Wait," he called out, drawing everyone's attention. "There's been a mistake. Wrong patient I'm sorry. She's alive. Winter's alive."

Confusion and hope sparked in their eyes. The first doctor, who had spoken the tragic words, looked bewildered, but the second doctor continued, "She's critical, but she made it through. We need to keep her under close observation."

A collective gasp of relief swept through the group. Winter's grandfather straightened up, his eyes wide with disbelief and hope. Karina's tears of sorrow turned into tears of joy, her body trembling as she struggled to process the unexpected turn of events.

Winter's friends hugged each other tightly, their relief palpable. The bleak hallway, which had moments ago felt like a tomb, now seemed filled with a renewed sense of hope and possibility.As they were allowed to see her, they gathered around Winter's bed, their hearts brimming with gratitude. She lay there, fragile and still, but alive. The steady beep of the heart monitor was a comforting reminder of the life that still pulsed within her.

Karina took Winter's hand in hers, her touch gentle but firm. "I'm here, Win," she whispered, her voice shaky yet filled with unwavering love. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Outside the room, the world continued its relentless march forward, but inside, time seemed to pause, holding its breath as Winter's loved ones surrounded her, their collective hope a beacon of light in the darkness..

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Karina's P.O.V

It's been two days now. Today, we have our third match of the season against UST, and Winter is still in the hospital recovering from blood loss. Though she has woken up, she's still too weak to be discharged.

I haven't visited her... the guilt I feel is too overwhelming.

Since the accident, time seems to have slowed down. Every minute stretches into an eternity, each second marked by the heavy weight of my guilt. The memory of that day is vivid in my mind, replaying in an endless loop. The screech of tires, the sickening thud of bodies, and then... Gunshots. I should have been there for her, should have done something to prevent it.

"Karina, you okay?" Wonyoung's voice cut through the fog in my mind, accompanied by the sharp chill of a cold bottle pressing against my cheek.

I looked up at her, her concerned eyes bringing me back to the present. The gymnasium buzzed with the sounds of squeaking volleyball shoes and the relentless thud of the ball being slapped hard by both teams, each desperate to earn a point. The intense energy of the game pulsed around me.

"Y-yeah," I replied, my voice shaky as I let out a sigh, trying to steady my racing thoughts."You're being called up. Good luck, okay? Relax," Wonyoung said, her voice soothing as she patted my shoulder. Her touch was warm and reassuring, and I couldn't help but smile, grateful for her support.