At last, after what feels like an eternity, a doctor appears in the doorway. Jungkook snaps to attention, the tension in his body making him jump from his seat. He rushes forward, his voice tight with worry. "How's my wife...?"
As the doctor looked at Jungkook, a solemn expression crossed his face before he spoke. "Your wife has been stabilized, but her condition is serious. She has suffered some internal bleeding and damage due to prolonged strain on her body. We've run some tests, and the results show that she has a severe case of stress and exhaustion." Jungkook felt a surge of relief hearing that I was alive, but the news about my fragile state made his heart sink. He listened in silence, each word sinking heavily into him as the doctor continued.
"She needs rest and proper care to recover. We'll be transferring her to the ICU for further monitoring and treatment. You may go see her, but be aware that she may be groggy from the medication," the doctor explained. Jungkook nodded, barely able to take in all that he was hearing. His relief that I was alive was quickly overshadowed by the guilt gnawing at him, knowing he was the reason I was lying in that hospital bed.
The doctor sighed, his gaze softening as he looked at Jungkook. "I must emphasize the importance of proper care and support for your wife during her recovery. She will need time to heal, both physically and mentally. This will require patience and understanding from you as her husband," he advised. Jungkook nodded again, a fierce determination in his eyes now. He knew he had to do better, to be better—for me, and for the damage he'd caused.
"You may go see her now, but remember, she is still weak and may be groggy from medication. Try not to tire her out, and remember to be gentle with her," the doctor added. Jungkook gave a final nod, bracing himself for the moment he'd see me. Relief and worry tangled within him, but guilt tightened its grip on his heart as he thought about how I'd react upon seeing him.
Jungkook quietly slipped into the hospital room, his footsteps barely audible as he approached my bedside. His gaze settled on me, taking in my pale face and the rise and fall of my chest with each labored breath. He sat down, unable to take his eyes off me, and gently took hold of my hand, the warmth of his grip a silent promise. The guilt washed over him again, more intense now that I lay there so fragile, so vulnerable, because of him.
He held my hand through the night, waiting for even the smallest flicker of movement. Hours passed, each minute stretching painfully, until he finally glanced at his watch—9 a.m. He was exhausted, but he couldn't let go, couldn't bring himself to leave me for even a moment. Gently, he touched my cheek, feeling how soft and cold my skin felt beneath his fingers, and with it, the weight of his actions crushed down on him harder.
Time skips 1 P.M.
Jungkook's heart leapt when he heard a soft sound escape my lips. I was stirring, slowly waking from the dark abyss I'd been lost in. He leaned in close, gripping my hand, his eyes never leaving my face as I slowly blinked awake, squinting at the harsh light filtering into the room. With each blink, I became more aware, realizing where I was, the machines beeping softly around me. His hand was wrapped around mine, and he squeezed it gently, but I looked down, studying his hand as if it didn't belong there. Slowly, I pulled my hand away, recoiling as the memory of why I was here resurfaced.
A pang shot through Jungkook's chest as I turned away from him, my face and my body cold, closed off. He could feel the chill in my gaze, the distance I'd put between us, and he knew in that instant I held him responsible for everything. He opened his mouth, desperate to apologize, to say something—anything—that could ease the pain, but the words caught in his throat, hollow and meaningless against the suffering he'd inflicted.
My hand rested on my stomach, and I turned away from him entirely, staring blankly out the window, trapped in a silence heavy with betrayal and heartache. The world outside was painfully bright, mocking the darkness inside me. The emptiness washed over me, and I couldn't find words anymore; there was no one who would listen, no words that could capture the depth of my pain. It was as if everything around me had faded, and I was left in an unending ache that felt as vast as the sky outside. Tears slid down my cheeks, hot and unbidden, a silent surrender to the devastation within.
Jungkook watched helplessly as I broke down before him, my shoulders trembling with silent tears that tore through him. He wanted to reach out, to hold me and promise I'd never have to feel this way again. But he couldn't—he knew he was the last person who had the right to offer me comfort. With a trembling hand, he reached out, placing it on my shoulder, only to pull back, the guilt and self-loathing clawing at him.
The tears finally drained what little strength I had left, and my eyes drifted closed once more, the exhaustion claiming me. Jungkook sat beside me, his heart heavy, knowing he couldn't leave, knowing he'd stay by my side, even if I never found it in myself to forgive him.
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From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story
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