"Sir?" a female voice called out, clouded by the ringing in my ears. "Sir? Can you hear me?"
"Huh?"
I looked up to see a woman in a nurse uniform, looking back at me. She sat next to me, lifting my left forearm up. It stung. I tried to move my left hand. A smarting pain encompassed it from the wrist up.
"Try not to move your wrist," the nurse spoke, still not quite clear. "It's sprained, and you'll have to wear this brace for a week or two."
Looking down at my left arm, I saw that my wrist and most of my hand was wrapped in a black cloth brace which limited movement. Not that I wanted to move it.
"Where am I?"
The nurse furrowed her brows before turning to another nurse who was passing by. "Call Dr. Wu for me, will you?"
I looked around. The clinical whites of the place made me squint. The place was filled with beeps, footsteps, low mutters, and it smelled of antiseptic. A smell that caused a feeling to flash in my mind. The feeling of being called crazy.
"What happened?"
Returning her attention to me, the nurse gave me a look, whether of empathy or sympathy I couldn't tell. "Do you remember your name?"
My temples felt as though they were being clamped. I clenched my jaw. "Jang Y/N."
"Great. Well, Y/N, you and your friends were in an accident. Can you recall anything?"
I shook my head, trying to clear the mental fog. Flashes came back to me. A janitor. A restaurant. A blue squirrel on camera. An eagle. A body. Her body.
"Where is she?" I stood up from the seat I was in. The nurse remained sitting, raising both hands in an attempt to calm me. A futile one.
"Sir, just breathe. We need to get you looked at first."
She reached out for my arm, but I swatted her hand away without thinking. My left wrist throbbed angrily.
"Y/N."
I looked up at the source of the voice and saw Sooyoung walking towards me. Her hands were clasped together, visibly trembling, and she had a blanket over her shoulders.
"Sooyoung, where's Wendy?"
She opened her mouth, but the words fell flat. "Come with me."
I followed Sooyoung, leaving the nurse behind. She was probably frustrated at my sudden outburst. I didn't care. That was the last thing on my mind at the moment.
Sooyoung led me through the hospital, passing brisk walking medical personnel going about their duties. Amongst the living personnel were countless ghosts, differentiable by the bluish tinge they carried. I barely paid them any mind, my sole purpose to find Wendy.
Without considering that maybe, just maybe, one of them could be her.
We stopped right in front of a set of double doors with a red "No Entry" sign. The words above the doors read "Operating Theatre". My eyes darted around, seeing the others standing and sitting around the doors. Waiting.
Joohyun paced back and forth, mindlessly chewing on her nails. Seulgi sat, slumped against the wall, staring into nothing. I could just make out tears in her swollen eyes. Against the opposite wall, Yerim sat, her hands clasped together as she audibly struggled to breathe. Next to her, Ildo did his best to comfort her, but to no avail. He settled for placing a hand on her back, helpless to do more than that.
"It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's..." Yerim repeated endlessly, her breaths shallow.
"God, Kim Yerim, for everyone's sake, shut up!!" Joohyun stared at her cousin, her pupils dilated.
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The Next Life (다음 생에 만날래)
Fanfiction"You found me once, you can find me again." - Jisoo x Male Reader - Jang Y/N never had much to call his own in life, but two things: his best friend Wendy, and his ability to see ghosts. When both of those things combine, and he ends up tagging alon...
