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Amelia's vision swims as the pain in her side becomes more pronounced. She tries to stay focused on Kook, but the edges of the world are fading into a dark, swirling abyss. She feels a warm hand on her forehead, and an EMT's concerned voice cuts through the cacophony. "Ma'am, are you okay? You're very pale," he says, his voice a distant echo. Amelia tries to shake the fog from her mind, but the pain in her side is like a vice, squeezing tighter with each beat of her heart. The world around her is a blur of flashing lights and the metallic tang of fear. She looks down at her blood-soaked shirt, her hand coming away sticky and crimson. "I...I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely a breath. The EMT's grip on her hand tightens, his eyes filled with a professional calm that she clings to like a lifeline. "Just... just help him," she pleads, her voice weakening.

Amelia's eyes flutter open, the harsh fluorescent light of the hospital room stinging like a slap to the face. Her body feels like it's been run over by a truck, every muscle screaming in protest. She tries to sit up, but a wave of dizziness crashes over her, forcing her back down into the cold, sterile embrace of the hospital bed. She looks around, her gaze landing on the monitors beeping steadily beside her. The room is much different from the chaos of the accident, the quiet hum of machinery a soothing lullaby. The door opens with a soft hiss, and a nurse bustles in, her face a picture of calm efficiency. "Ah, you're awake," she says with a gentle smile. "You're at the hospital. You were in an accident."

Amelia's eyes dart around the room, trying to piece together what happened. The nurse's words echo in her mind, and she touches her side gingerly, feeling the bandages beneath her hospital gown. Her thoughts are a jumble, and she tries to remember the events leading up to this moment. "Kook," she croaks, his name escaping her dry lips like a prayer. The nurse, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, looks at Amelia with confusion, her smile fading slightly. "I'm sorry, who's Kook?" she asks, her English accent faint but noticeable. She checks the chart at the end of the bed, her eyes scanning the lines of medical jargon. Amelia's heart sinks, and she feels a cold knot form in her stomach. "The man... from the accident," she says, her voice trembling. "Tall, dark hair.. he was with me." The nurse looks up, her expression softening with understanding. "Oh, you mean Mr. Jeon," she says gently. "I'm afraid I can't discuss other patients' conditions, but do you need anything for the pain?"

Amelia nods, her eyes brimming with tears. Her grip on the nurse's hand tightening. "I need to see him. He's... he's my fiance." The nurse's eyes widen slightly, and she nods, scribbling something on the chart. "I'll let the doctor know," she says, patting Amelia's hand before leaving the room. The door closes with a soft click, leaving Amelia alone with her thoughts. The silence is deafening, broken only by the steady beep of the heart monitor. As Amelia gathers her strength to get up from the bed, the door swings open, and in walks Dohwan. His eyes are bloodshot, his suit rumpled, and his tie askew. He looks like he's been through hell and back, but the moment he sees Amelia, a wave of relief washes over his features. "Amelia," he says, his voice cracking. He rushes to her side, his eyes taking in her bandaged form.

Amelia's attempt to rise is interrupted by Dohwan's sudden appearance. He looks haggard, as if he hasn't slept in days, yet his eyes light up with relief at the sight of her. His voice is thick with unshed tears and exhaustion as he calls her name. The urgency in his tone makes her realize that he must have heard about the accident and come to check on her. She feels a pang of guilt for the part she played in the love triangle, but the thoughts of knowing how Kook is doing overshadows it all.