Saviors

5

It was strange. I don't normally get calls, so I knew it was important. I didn't check the caller ID as I answered. Immediately I face palmed, what if it was my members? Thankfully it was a woman's voice that said,

"Thank God you answered."

"Sis?"

"Yeah, come quick, grandma is in the hospital. She had a stroke." I dropped my phone as fear and worry clawed at my throat. I heard her tiny voice come out of the speaker as I fumbled with it, trying to pick it back up.

"Ok. I'll be there soon." I said shakily. We hung up. I asked myself when the last that I talked to my sister or grandmother. A long time ago. I dragged a sleeve over my watery eyes. Then I ran. I ran out the door and ran to catch up to a taxi. We sped to the hospital. I quickly signed in and got directions to her room. My throat felt tight. I didn't bother with the elevator and just ran up the stairs. Ran into her room. My sister was kneeling at the side of the bed, holding our grandmother's wrinkled, freckled hand. I sighed in relief, thinking that I wasn't too late. Then I saw the machine. The machine that told you whether they were dead or not. The straight line across the screen told me everything I needed to know. I was too late. There were tears on my older sister's face that I hadn't noticed before. I was too late. She slowly stood and pulled me into a hug. I didn't hug back. I couldn't. I could only stare at the cold, dead form of my grandmother, my breathing coming in short gasps of air, faster and faster until I was nearly hyperventilating. My sister pulled me in closer and our tears wet each other's backs.

"The d-doctors said that if s-someone had brought her to the hospital sooner, she might have made it." My sister told me.

"Jihyo Noona. Is this our fault? Could we have saved her?" I whispered, my voice raw. We sank to the floor, holding each other. Neither of us spoke. All we could do was cry.

Some time had passed before either of us spoke.

"Noona? If I was there like I was supposed to be, would she have lived?"

"Don't think like that."

"But if I didn't join Pledis then I would still be living with her, and I could've brought her to the hospital, or called the ambulance. This is my fault isn't it?" I asked quietly.

"No no no no no! Don't say that! We don't know what would've happened but you can't say things like that." She said sternly.

A while later, a man escorted us into an empty room to speak with us on "important" matters. We were still crying. The man left us in there alone. A nice looking lady came in, saying she was a social worker, there to find out what to do with me, since I was underage. She held a file with only a few papers in it. She quickly checked the papers but it was obvious she knew everything in there already because her eyes didn't focus on any thing. She closed the file and looked at us. Our hands were clenched together and I never wanted to let go.

"We normally don't do this, but since you are so close to your eighteenth birthday, Mr. Lee, we have decided to let you stay with your sister until your birthday. Then you are on your own." We both sighed in relief that I wouldn't have to move away, because it was practically pointless since I would move back in a couple of weeks anyway. We looked at each other and knew that I wouldn't stay at her house because I could just stay at the dorm with my members. If I wanted to actually debut in Seventeen then I would have to stay with them, however tempting it was to move in with my sister. The lady kept on talking, about random things. We were numb as we listened, nothing really catching our attention. The social worker finally mentioned something that we had some interest in. Our grandmother's funeral. To get it off of our hands, she said we should do it the next day. At the moment I forgot that it would be difficult to get out of practice. When the social worker left, my sister looked at me and began to speak.

"We should spend more time together," she whispered. I nodded, knowing where she was going, "now that there is no one else." We clutched each other, as if our lives depended on it.

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