"What the fuck? What do you mean she is in the hospital? Which one- Alright I'm coming right now." The boy felt himself breaking out in cold sweat, his heart beating at a rapid pace.
The news that his girlfriend was in the hospital was the last thing Mark had expected to hear when taking a phone call in the middle of practice. His heart dropped the moment he heard the words through the phone.
Mark rushed back into the dance studio, heading straight for his bag. "Sorry, I have an emergency. I need to go." He quickly announced to the rest, before leaving in a frenzied state. His manager offered to give him a ride which Mark had agreed to.
"Where to?" "The hospital."
His manager paused, eyebrows furrowed as he started up the car. "I can't answer questions right now, just take me there, please." Mark said hurriedly. Without questions, they drove to the hospital — crossing the speed limit along some roads when Mark profusely rushed him.
Upon reaching, the boy got out of the car while muttering a hasty "thanks." He put on a mask while pulling his hood up as he walked into the hospital.
"What are you here for?" "I'm here to visit Han Jiyun."
The receptionist got Mark to register his name and everything necessary for him to visit. The more time he spent doing all this things that he thought were just a "waste of time", the more his anxiety spiked. He tapped his foot on the ground, impatient while the worker had to check his credentials.
"She's in ward 8, level 4."
Without wasting another second, he immediately rushed for the elevator. Upon reaching the ward, he warily entered. Glancing inside, his eyes caught sight of Jiyun's parents sitting beside the bed with tears in their eyes. This further spiked his worry, he cautiously walked towards them.
"Hey? How is Ji-" Mark's words got cut short when his gaze trailed from her parents to the girl on the bed. His entire body froze in place, a dull ache bloomed in his chest.
Jiyun laid there, her head was bandaged up and an oxygen mask was placed over her mouth. Her eyes were closed, hands by her sides on the bed, the oxygen mask fogging up everytime she released a soft breath.
"She got into a car accident on the way to the cafe you two go to." Jiyun's mother broke the silence that engulfed the place. Mark bit his lips to stop it from trembling, he raked his fingers through his hair as his hood fell off from his head.
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