Home Alone• Heejake

四•|Four•|

把恐惧像一块布一样披起来•|Draping fear as a cloth•|

The disturbing gleam of light eliciting from the worn out halogen lamp drew Heeseung from his state of rest, his eyes sore from taking in the sudden burst of light from above. He distorted his body in varied ways, trying to adjust to the sturdy, imbalanced hospital bed.

Shifting in his conscious state, the male recollected the events of the previous day. He mentally scolded himself for almost taking his life just over a phone call but because of his family history, it's better to take a risk than be part of it.

By degrees, he lifted his hand, revealing the now blood clotted slit. He hastily repressed his hand back on the durable bed, pain shooting up his veins at the intensity of the compression of his IV drip.

The male groaned as he sat up, trying to shift himself around the bed. He winced in pain at the intensive shots of pain at particular regions of his body due to being sore. He finally sat up straight, looking around the hospital surroundings

The adolescent was puzzled as to how he reached here. Last time he checked, he didn't have a roommate nor his family members lived nearby. His thoughts were cut short as a lady-probably in her mid thirties- entered the room wearing a matching set of scrubs-soft-looking, simple, and practical. She had a white coat over it, with plenty of pockets holding who-knows-what essentials. Her shoes were sturdy, perfect for moving quickly, and her ID badge was visible as it clung onto a lanyard. Around her neck, she had a stethoscope, ready to check heartbeats or breathing.

The lady smiled as she saw the conscious fellow on the hospital bed, her soul setting in when she saw the steady beats of his heart.

"How do you feel now?" The lady asked as she grabbed a rolling stool and placed it next to his bed, sitting on it as she interacted with the younger. Heeseung couldn't open his mouth since his lips dried and glued onto one another, giving the younger a hard time in answering. Noticing his uneasiness, the nurse knew his lips were dried shut so she quickly stood up and went to the attached restroom with a small container placed nearby his bed, filling it with the warm water streaming out.

She closed the tap and returned to the male and soaked a ball of cotton into the water as she sat down. Then the lady slowly dabbed the drenched, warm, cotton ball onto the youngers lips, making it a bit more loose as it finally undid itself.

As soon as his lips parted, Heeseung let out a sigh which elongated more than the wall of China. He felt his throat cracking with each movement inflicted on his mouth.

"I-I'm f-fi-ine" The male finally croaked out in a hoarse and tiresome voice, hinting the lady that he desperately needed water. The lady grabbed the plastic cup which was provided with the packed mineral water and poured the water before giving it to the adolescent.

He quaffed the water hastily as if he had been in the depths of scarcity. The lady saw him chugging the liquid and she smiled, relieved to see her patient revive from the dense whim of a decision to self exit. The woman grabbed her daily checklist and checked off facts about her patient until the column of his name.

"What is your name, dear?" She asked gently as if the younger was a glass yet to be shattered, a treasure from the depths of rarity, a person with a future yet to not be broken. The boy cleared his throat before replying in a raspy yet hoarse voice.

"H-He-Heeseu-seung....L-Lee H-He-Heeseung" The lady nodded and wrote the name down on her check list before placing it aside, now trying to communicate with the latter.

"So, Heeseung...why did you try to end your life, may I ask?" She asked calmly and gently, trying not to trigger any matter of trauma within the younger male. He hacked a bit before nodding slowly, telling himself its okay.