LOSING US || JENSOO

Storyline #43

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Continuation
(Third person POV)

The sound of sirens filled the air as ambulances arrived at the warehouse, their flashing lights casting an eerie glow over the scene. Paramedics rushed in, swiftly assessing the injured and moving with practiced urgency. Jisoo lay on the cold concrete floor, blood seeping from her wound, her breath shallow and labored.

"Hang on, Jisoo," one of the paramedics said, his voice calm but urgent. "We're going to get you to the hospital. Just stay with us."

Jisoo's vision blurred, but she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly and saw Jennie's tear-streaked face hovering above her.

"Jisoo, please," Jennie whispered, her voice breaking. "Stay with me. I can't lose you."

Jisoo managed a weak smile, her eyes locking onto Jennie's. "I'm not going anywhere," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

The paramedics carefully lifted Jisoo onto a stretcher, stabilizing her as they prepared to transport her. Nearby, Mr. Kim was also being tended to, his wound wrapped tightly to stop the bleeding. His eyes were open, filled with pain but also relief as he saw his daughter safe.

"Jennie," Mr. Kim called out weakly, his hand reaching for her.

Jennie rushed to his side, grasping his hand tightly. "Appa, you're going to be okay. We're all going to be okay."

As they were loaded into the ambulances, Joy kneeled beside Jiyeon, who lay motionless on the cold ground. Her eyes were open, staring blankly into the void. Blood pooled around her, life slowly draining from her body. Tears streamed down Joy's face as she gently cradled Jiyeon's head in her lap.

"Jiyeon," Joy whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Please forgive me; I'm so sorry."

But Jiyeon didn't respond. Her lifeless eyes held no recognition, no spark of the fiery spirit that once burned so brightly. Joy's heart shattered as she realized the truth-Jiyeon was gone.

The paramedics approached, their faces grim. One of them gently placed a hand on Joy's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "She's gone."

Joy let out a heartbreaking sob, her tears falling onto Jiyeon's still face. "No, please," she pleaded, her voice breaking.

"Save her! She can't be gone. Not like this!! She can't let me be the killer!!" But there was no response. Jiyeon's silence was deafening, a stark reminder of the finality of death. Joy held her close, her body shaking with grief.

For Joy, the night was a blur of grief and loss. She sat by Jiyeon's lifeless body, her heart heavy with sorrow.

"I killed her!!... With my own hands... I took her life... I killed her!!!" Joy's cries are heartbreaking, tears not stopping from her eyes.

She was surrounded by the police officers who wanted to take her down, but her cries made them stop, and they left her in those miseries of hers for a moment.

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At the hospital, doctors and nurses sprang into action as the injured were wheeled into the emergency room. Jisoo was taken into surgery immediately, the doctors working tirelessly to save her life. Jennie waited outside the operating room, her hands clasped together in silent prayer, her eyes never leaving the door.

Hours passed, each minute stretching into an eternity. Finally, a doctor emerged from the operating room, his face tired but relieved.

"She's stable," the doctor said, addressing Jennie. "The surgery was successful. She'll need time to recover, but she's going to be okay."