Secret Love

41| the secret

As Minho stood outside the examination room, his mind was a jumble of emotions. Fear and worry gripped his heart, recalling the terrifying image of Jisung's pale face and the blood that had dripped from his mouth. He felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about how fragile Jisung had looked, how lifeless.

Minho's eyes scanned the hospital corridor, his gaze drifting blankly as his thoughts consumed him. He was scared, truly scared, for Jisung's well-being.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, and Minho's eyes snapped back into focus. His dad, along with Jisung's parents, approached him, their faces etched with worry.

Mrs. Han hurried to Minho's side, her eyes searching his face for answers. "Minho, what happened? How is Jisung?" she asked, her voice trembling with concern.

Minho tried to compose himself as he explained the events that had transpired. But as he spoke, he couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest. He was worried, concerned, and fearful,

Mr. Han and Mr. Lee stood beside him, their faces somber, as they waited for news about Jisung's condition. As the minutes ticked by, the tension  grew thicker, heavy with anticipation.

Finally, the door swung open, and the doctor emerged, his face somber. Minho rushed to his side, his heart racing with fear. He immediately walked to the doctor. "How is he?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"He is fine for now, but it will take time for him to regain consciousness," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. The doctor's words brought a wave of relief to the family's anxious faces.

But the doctor's next word hung in the air like a challenge, making Minho's heart skip a beat. "But..." The single syllable was like a cold breeze on a winter's night, sending shivers down Minho's spine. His eyes locked onto the doctor's, the family's faces, once etched with worry,

The doctor's voice was measured, but his words sent a ripple of anxiety through the room. "I request you to take better care of him. His condition is critical. You probably knew what you should have done when you first found out about his health, but I'll have to say it, too. He...."

Minho's mind reeled, his thoughts consumed by confusion , condition? Was it that worse? It was only blood coming out of his mouth.

"What do you mean, doctor?"Minho's voice was barely above a whisper as he asked.  His eyes searched the doctor's face, pleading for answers, for reassurance.

The doctor paused, looking at him like , confused, he wondered if the family knew about it or not. Have the patient been hiding it?

"He has cardiomyopathy,"

The words dropped like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the family. Minho's world went dark, his heart shattering into a million pieces.

His voice trembled as he struggled to form words, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "W-what...are you saying?" he stuttered, his brow furrowed in desperation.

Minho's eyes snapped back to Mrs. Han, seeking clarification on the doctor's words.  Mr. Han's face turned a sickly shade of gray, his jaw clenched in shock. The rest of the family looked like they'd been punched in the gut, their faces pale and drawn.

The doctor's words hung in the air like a challenge, and Minho felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty. He struggled to process the information, his mind racing with questions.

"What do you mean he has cardiomyopathy?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "How can that be? He was just bleeding because he coughed... I saw it with my own eyes."