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"fuck- sir I need you to stay awake" She yelped loudly, her voice piercing the eerie silence. She shook the man's shoulder, but they felt limb and unresponsive. The man's eyelid fluttered, his pupils rolling backwards as consciousness began to slip away.
She quickly dialed emergency ambulance number again, sweat dripped from jiwon's brow, mixing with the man's blood on her hands. The air thickened with desperation, every passing second holding a arey of beat of his dropping heart which she could sense by his pulse.
"Please, I need you to stay alive"
she begged, her voice shaking with urgency. Tears streamed down her face, a desperate plea for help. Her hands grasped his, warm and firm, as if willing life into his fading form. The stranger's face, pale and worn, seemed to fade before her eyes, and she felt a surge of determination to save him. Time was running out; he couldn't make it, she sensed it.
Jiwon also sensed a presence looming in the distance, making her breath hitch in her throat. Her cries turned silent, stifled by a newfound fear. She slowly turned her head, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement.
"Check everywhere, he's gotta be here"
The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the air, growing louder with each passing moment. Her heart racing, she felt a chill run down her spine as she realized she was no longer alone. The stranger's limp form seemed to fade into the background as her attention focused on the approaching figure, its features shrouded in shadows.
Jiwon's training and instincts screamed at her to stay, to tend to the wounded stranger. But fear, primal and overwhelming, seized control of her body.
She sprang to her feet, her eyes fixed on the approaching figure, and turned to run. Her legs pumped wildly, carrying her away from the scene with a speed she didn't know she possessed. The stranger's limp form faded into the distance, his labored breaths replaced by the pounding of her own heart. For a moment, her medical oath was forgotten, eclipsed by the ancient instinct to flee from danger.
As soon as she reached the corner to her home, she flung open the door, almost stumbling into the safety of her own space. She slammed it shut behind her, leaning against the solid wood to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, lungs burning from the frantic sprint. The silence of her home enveloped her, a stark contrast to the chaos she'd left behind.
With trembling hands, she locked the door, the click of the deadbolt echoing through the stillness. She let out a shuddering sigh, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings as if reassuring herself she was truly safe.
But what was the use if she felt like dying out of guilt?
She felt guilty, the weight of her abandonment bearing down on her like a physical force. As a soon-to-be doctor, she'd sworn to protect and serve, yet she'd left a stranger to fend for himself. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, welling up in a hot, shameful flood.
She slid to the floor, her back against the door, and let the sobs consume her. Her body shook, racked with the force of her emotions. She'd never felt so helpless, so unworthy of the oath she'd soon take.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, the words torn from her throat. "I'm so sorry."
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