Lovely Boxer- LeeKnow

32: Desperation

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 I feel so tired but I can't give you up, my babe
If I have to let go now, I'd rather be dead, baby
The pointless argument ends yet again with a goodbyе
If this is the last of us, I might just die

-Miserable(You & Me)- HAN-

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They waited there for at least 2 hours, but those two hours felt agonizingly long. 

Finally, after what felt like an entire day, the door to the operating room swung open with a jarring sound. A doctor stepped out, her face etched with concern. The sight of her instantly drew Minho and Jeongin's attention.

"Hana Choi? Guardian of Han-"
She called.

"It's me. I brought her in."
Minho sprang to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. 
"Please—please, tell me she's okay."

The doctor took a deep breath, her expression a mixture of relief and residual concern.
"Hana is stable for now. We managed to address her immediate injuries, and she's out of critical danger. However, she's still in a delicate state. We need to monitor her closely for the next 48 hours to ensure there are no complications."

"Is s-she awake?"
Minho stammered.

"Can we see her?"
Jeongin added, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.

The doctor nodded.
"You can visit her together for a short time, but only one of you can stay. She's heavily sedated and will be out of consciousness, but you can be with her."

"W-when will she wake up?"

The doctor sighed softly.
"It's hard to say exactly. She may be unconscious for several hours, or it could be longer. It depends on how her body responds to the medication and the trauma she's been through. I wish I could give you a more precise answer, but right now, it's important to focus on her recovery and give her the best chance to heal."

Minho and Jeongin exchanged a look, their shared concern evident.
They both nodded, taking in the doctor's instructions.

Minho and Jeongin exchanged a look and both nodded, taking in the doctor's instructions.

"Thank you," Jeongin said, his voice steadying slightly."

Minho and Jeongin followed the doctor down the corridor, their steps heavy with a mix of apprehension and hope. They reached Hana's room, the door gently opening to reveal the softly lit space.

Hana lay in the hospital bed, connected to various monitors and IVs. Her face was serene despite the circumstances, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign of life.

Minho and Jeongin approached her bedside slowly. Minho pulled a chair close and took Hana's hand in his, his fingers trembling as he held on tightly.

"She's going to be okay, Minho."
Jeongin whispered.

Jeongin stood on the other side of the bed, his eyes scanning Hana's face. He placed the letter gently on the bedside table, his heart aching with the weight of everything that had transpired.