Jikook AU
"He mixed glue inside my Oreo" 25 year old jimin complain
"He mixed cup of salt in my soup" Jungkook fired.
"He put rice floor on my drier" jimin show his white hairs
"He mixed gochujang in my coffee" Jungkook irritated.
Jungkook come...
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"Time of death 11:48 am" I announced with uncomfortable tone in my throat.
It is truly heart-wrenching to witness a patient take their last breath right before my eyes, despite all efforts to save them. As a doctor, I am dedicated to healing and helping people, so when I am unable to prevent a patient from passing away, it brings me immense distress. The weight of that loss stays with me, haunting my thoughts and challenging my sense of purpose in this profession.
I strive to provide the best care possible, to offer comfort and hope to those in need, but when death inevitably crosses my path, it serves as a stark reminder of the fragility of life. Each loss leaves a void in my heart, a sense of failure that is hard to shake. I carry the memory of every patient lost with me, their faces and stories etched into my mind, urging me to work harder, to never give up on those who entrust me with their lives.
Despite the pain and sorrow that comes with losing a patient, I find solace in the knowledge that I did everything I could, that I was there in their final moments, offering compassion and support. It is a burden I willingly carry, a testament to the deep empathy and care I have for those under my watch.
But it is what it is. I should move on to my next patient and forget those who lost there life. I removed my gloves put that into the dustbin, removed operation uniform and walked to my cabin not interested to do anything.
"Hi moch...what happened?" Jungkook sat in my cabin. Don't know why he is here but I don't want to talk to anyone right now but he noticed my distress and asked me.
"Nothing" my voice came out low than I expected it to be. I avoid talking to him because I don't want to spoil anybody's mood. I walked to the sink and lather my hand with soap.
"Why are you here?" I tsked still seeing him standing in his place. He is noticing my every movement. How I'm rubbing my hands aggressively with the hand towel and how I'm walking here and there just so I can avoid him. He is eyeing me.
"Hey...come here" he held my wrist and pulled me closer. I look at his eyes seeking some sort of comfort. Suddenly felt a thumb softly wiping my tears. I did not know until now I was crying.
"Anything wrong baby?" He asked so softly making his voice to melt in my heart. I hugged him closer putting my head on his chest and cried my heart out.
"He was just 10 years old Jungkook. Just ten! He had a life ahead. I could not save him" I cried loudly sharing my pain. Jungkook rub back of my hairs to my neck giving me comfort.
"I'm sure you did your best baby. It's all in the fate" he blow a kiss to my hairs. I snuggled more to his chest.
"He said if he gets well he will visit jeju he has never seen it" I cried more recalling my patients last words. I really did everything I could do but I could not save him. His heart condition was fatal it was rare genetic disorder. I tried at least to buy him more time but he still died.
