"To entice a bitch like him, I have a rule: give him one soft kiss softly, tease him, and then get him the hell off me," Jisoo remarked.
"Except he knows how to play the game too-then "he's" fucking up your headboard till you're on the bed screaming...
Mention sensitive stuff in this chapter, be warned.
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THE DAY AFTER THE PARTY
Manhattan, U.S
Jisoo sat on the cold, sterile examination table, her legs dangling above the floor as she stared blankly at the small, white bag the doctor had handed her. Her fingers shook as she reached inside and pulled out the prescription bottles, her eyes flicking over the labels.
Misoprostol. Advil. Doxycycline. Sertraline.
Misoprostol to get rid of any possible remaining contents of her baby or any pieces of the fetus that were in her. Advil for the pain and the headaches. Doxycycline as her antibiotic for any infections. And Sertraline? To treat her depression.
Just slapping a pill on her emotions made her feel worse. It felt like a cruel joke, a Band-Aid slapped on a wound that was too deep to heal.
Being a student herself, she suddenly understood why the women lashed out at the doctors particularly at the gynae's clinics. Their crisis felt like a joke suddenly, as no one seemed to really care.
She looked down and read the names over and over, the names seemed to blur into the next, words swimming all over in her teary vision. It felt like some twisted, medical shopping list, except instead of a cure, these pills were meant to cover the root cause, never to solve it.
Her hair now hung limply around her face, sticking to her damp cheeks where the tears had carved tracks through her makeup. The hours she had spent in that tiny room, waiting for answers that she already knew had drained the life out of her. And she was tired.
When the doctor had come in, his voice was gentle as he broke the news, the reality she had been pushing down so fiercely came crashing over her. "I'm so sorry, Jisoo," he had said, his words piercing through her like a knife. "It looks like you've had a miscarriage."
She had nodded numbly at his words, as though they were about someone else. But now, sitting there with nothing with the distant sounds around her, the reality of it all began to sink in as she held the pills. The very pills she wished to crush and throw out.
Her body trembled uncontrollably as she fought against the emotions rising within her, but it was no use. Sobs wracked her body, her cries echoing off the walls as she hugged herself tightly.
Elle, who had been sitting quietly by her side, immediately wrapped her arms around Jisoo, pulling her into a warm, protective embrace. "It's okay, Jisoo," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she gently stroked her friend's back. "It's okay to cry. I'm right here."
