Fate || PART 2 of 'Good Luck, Babe!' (Bbangsaz)

7. Here For You

H A N N I

The pain isn't going away.

It’s relentless, like someone twisting a knife deep inside me. Every throb, every sharp twist in my abdomen feels like it's pulling my insides apart.

It’s like my lower body is on the verge of collapsing, muscles tensing so hard they might snap at any moment.

The cramps hit me in waves, stronger each time, making it impossible to stand upright. I tried to breathe through it, but the pressure in my lower back only seemed to tighten with every inhale, pushing the air out of my lungs before I could catch my breath.

My legs are shaking, barely holding me up as I try to walk across the room.

The pain is paralyzing, stabbing through my lower belly and radiating into my thighs.

Every step feels like I’m dragging my body through quicksand. My knees buckle, and I nearly collapse onto the floor, clutching my stomach as I gasp for air.

Cold sweat is running down my face, my neck, my entire body drenched in a sticky layer of discomfort. My clothes cling to my skin, making everything feel claustrophobic.

Even lying down doesn’t help. I’ve been tossing and turning for hours, trying to find a position that offers some relief, but the pain is everywhere—sharp, dull, piercing, gnawing.

When I finally managed to get some sleep earlier, it was only for five hours. And even then, the pain chased me into my dreams. I woke up screaming, the cramps pulling me out of my restless sleep and leaving me panting in the darkness, clutching my sheets like a lifeline.

I don’t know what to do.

It's 10 a.m.

I’ve tried everything—stretching, hot water bottles, painkillers Minji gave me—but nothing is working. 

My hands tremble as I reach for my phone, the only source of comfort I can think of.

Who can I call? Guwon? No, I couldn't.

The pain tightens again, so fierce it almost knocks the wind out of me.

I bit my lip, holding back a scream as I try to breathe through it.

Minji.

My hand hovers over her contact for a second, doubt creeping in.

Without another thought, I press her name and bring the phone to my ear, every second stretching painfully long as the ringing fills the silence.

"Hanni?" Minji’s voice came through the phone, laced with concern as I gasped, struggling to form words.

"Hanni, is everything okay?" she asked again, the worry in her tone squeezing at my chest. How long had it been since someone last asked me that?

"No," I sobbed into the phone, my voice barely a whisper. The pain surged again, making me double over.

"Hanni, why? Where are you? Are you hurt?" Minji’s voice grew more frantic. "Hanni, I need you to speak,"

"I—I'm at home and," I groaned, the tears spilling uncontrollably down my face. "It hurts so much."

"What hurts? Can you walk?" Minji’s voice was sharp with urgency now.

"Barely," I choked out, hearing shuffling from the other end of the line, followed by Minji talking with someone in the background.

Minji quickly returned her focus to me. "Please, Hanni, stay calm. I need you to take a few deep breaths, okay? I’m coming to get you. Stay on the call with me."