FIVE FEET APART [RYU SARANG X FEM READER]

Epilogue

Third person's pov

Sarang and Y/N were brought to the hospital on two long stretchers, the urgency palpable in the air. Nurses rushed around, trying to ensure both were safe, especially Sarang, who needed to get to surgery.

"No, no, please stop! I need to reach for Y/N! Please!"

Sarang fought against the nurses, her heart aching to connect with Y/N's stretcher. The nurses and her mom tried their best to calm her down, but the desperation in her voice echoed through the chaos as she cried out Y/N's name until Y/N finally responded, drawing everyone's attention.

"Sarang-ah...do it for me...please."

They locked eyes, a moment stretching between them filled with unspoken love and fear, tears shimmering in their gazes. Finally, Sarang nodded, her heart heavy, and adjusted her oxygen mask.

"Okay, I will do it...for you..."

As the hospital staff wheeled her away to the surgery room, Sarang allowed her tears to flow freely.

Y/N's Pov

"I had to breathe her mouth-to-mouth... I'm sorry I had to."

The nurse looked at me with a sad expression and gently patted my shoulder.

"It's okay, Y/N... we all understand you tried your best to save her. Even if this means she might catch your bacteria, I'm sure she'll pull through. You know she's strong."

[timeskip to after surgery]

I went back to my room with my mom after getting tons of treatments. I had to deal with a couple of asthma attacks while Sarang was going under surgery...I was so scared. I began playing my guitar to help calm my nerves while I waited for updates for the aftermath of her surgery. Suddenly, our shared nurse came into my room with a knock on my door, making me jump up from my bed and look at her nervously.

"Everything went fine... We also had to do some tests to check if she caught any of your bacteria, and thankfully, she didn't. But she'll be asleep for a few hours because of the strong interaction with you."

I let out a shaky sigh of relief and went to hug her, until my mom's voice broke through the moment, asking about me and how my treatment was going...silence overwhelmed the air as the nurse seemed to gather her words.

"Y/N's treatments aren't working. I'm so sorry, we tried everything we could. We could put you on the lung transplant list, but... I- I don't think you'll make it..."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the air leave my lungs as I looked at her, my heart racing and my breaths becoming shallow. My mom's tears fell beside me, and I felt helpless. I tried to comfort her, whispering that everything would be okay, even though deep down, we all knew the truth. The weight of despair hung heavy in the room, and I could feel it crushing me.

"Can I do something for Sarangie before I go?"

They both looked at me with tears in their eyes and nodded.

"She told me multiple times about how she loves music and singing, and I used to be in a band before my CF got worse... I even have some CDs and videos from that time. I really want to sing for her at least once before I have to leave her alone... please."

The nurse looked at me with tears in her eyes, then smiled weakly. I understood that was a yes, so I hugged her tightly again. I had to show Sarang how much I adored her. I really wished I could do more.

My mom and Sarang's parents joined me as we went to the new special room where Sarang was kept. I stood by the window, gazing at her for a moment before tears began to fall. She looked so fragile. The memory of how my actions could have killed her flooded my mind. I wished I had never asked her to go out with me; it would have been better if we had gone to the newborn's department instead.