a girl, that knows nothing of feelings. not only that, but her body is also suffering greatly.
not knowing that she was being ruled by emotions on a rollercoaster of passion, while the desire for more, more of the many beautiful feelings she feels f...
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The next day, the morning started quietly. Sunoo had stayed the night in a chair beside Nabi’s bed, his head resting awkwardly on his folded arms. He stirred awake at the sound of Nabi coughing, but at first, it seemed normal—just a continuation of her condition. He sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes as he looked over at her.
But within moments, her coughing worsened, growing harsher and more erratic. Her body convulsed slightly as she struggled to draw in air, her face growing pale. Sunoo’s heart sank, panic gripping him as he stood abruptly.
"Nabi!" he called, rushing to her side. Her eyes fluttered open weakly, but her breaths were shallow, and she couldn’t respond.
The monitor beside her bed began blaring, its beeping wild and irregular. Sunoo’s chest tightened, and he pressed the call button for the nurses repeatedly. "Help! Someone, please!" he yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.
Within seconds, nurses and a doctor rushed into the room, their expressions serious as they assessed the situation. Sunoo was pulled back from the bed, a nurse gently but firmly guiding him toward the door.
"Sir, we need you to step outside," she said urgently.
"No!" Sunoo protested, his eyes darting between Nabi and the medical team surrounding her. "I’m not leaving her!"
"Please," the nurse said, her tone softening but still firm. "We need space to help her. I promise we’ll do everything we can."
Tears filled his eyes as he reluctantly backed out of the room, his hands shaking. He stood in the hallway, his legs feeling like they might give out as he leaned against the wall for support. He could see the flurry of movement through the small window in the door—nurses adjusting equipment, the doctor giving commands, Nabi’s frail body lying still amidst the chaos.
A sharp pain pierced his chest as he realized just how serious this was. She wasn’t just having another episode. This was different—worse. The thought that he might lose her sent a wave of nausea through him.
Jungwon had arrived at the hospital, his heart heavy but determined to check on Nabi. He’d spent the entire day thinking about her, worrying about her condition, and replaying their last interaction in his mind. He wasn’t sure if his visit would make things better or worse, but he couldn’t stay away.
When he reached her room, his steps faltered. The bed was empty, the blankets neatly folded, and the monitors were off. His stomach twisted, dread washing over him. Where is she? he thought, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of her.
A nurse walked past, and he stepped into the hallway, catching her attention. "Excuse me," he said quickly, his voice filled with urgency. "The patient in that room—Nabi—where is she?"
