Healer (A Chanyeol Short Story)

Chapter 1 - Power

(Trigger warning: This isn't a really big trigger warning, but there is talk of suicide and will be other mature content such as abuse, illness, cursing, etc. Read with caution if you are sensitive with these topics)

"Mommy..." Nari whispered, her voice quiet with disbelief. She stood at the doorway, clutching the white door frame as she watched the doctor and her father stand beside the queen-sized bed, her mother's fragile body laying down on top of it. Nari stayed put as her father slowly walked over to her and knelt down, his eyes puffed and red with a tear stained face. He had looked as if he hasn't slept in ages. He looked into his daughters eyes with his best effort, careful not to let it show his pain too much.

"Nari... Go downstairs and play with your toys." he said, his voice cracking in the middle of his sentence.

Nari barely glanced at him before looking back at her mother. She knew she was sick... And she knew it was because of her. She had no intention of leaving, even if she wasn't allowed in the room. She didn't want to leave her mom's side, or her mom to leave her side.

"Honey. Mommy is-"

He was cut off by the sound of the heart monitor that was by Nari's mother's side, hooked up to her. The doctor looked at the both of them with sorrowful eyes, the monitor's sound growing to a dead line. Nari widened her eyes as she felt tears roll down her cheeks, running past her father and to her mother's side.

"Mommy... Mommy please don't go!" she shouted, clutching her mom's arm and shaking her.

Nari's father stayed knelt on the floor, his head now buried in his hands while he cried, quivering and shaking.

The doctor put a hand on Nari's shoulder, watching as she sobbed and shook her mom's arm.

"I-I'm sorry... I'll be hurt, mommy! Please!" she pleaded desperately.

Nari's father finally stood up and made his way over to his daughter, picking her up in his arms. She sobbed harder and struggled in his arms, punching at her father's chest.

"Mommy!" she shouted painfully, her father holding her in his arms and resting his palm on the back of her head.

Her father rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down while she sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks as well.

"M-Mommy.. M-Mommy..-"

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Nari gasped as she bolted up in bed, sweat and tears staining her face.

She panted and ran her fingers through her short, mocha brown hair and looked at the time. It was almost time for her to get up for work so she sighed and dragged herself out of bed, leaving her bed unmade as she made her way to the bathroom. She took a shower and did the necessities before getting dressed and heading downstairs.

As she made her way down to the living room, she saw her father sitting at the table with a pencil in his hands. He was working on his newest book that he was writing since his occupation is an author. However, he's always getting overworked and doesn't always get recognized for what he writes.

Nari walked passed him and glanced at his work before back at him. "Good morning, dad."

Her father didn't even look at her, just merely waving his hand a bit. "Morning, Nari."

Nari exhaled softly before puffing out her cheeks and making her way to the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator before deciding to just go with a slice of leftover pizza that they had since they didn't really have much food. She took the cold slide and sat down at the table with her father.