Lover | 3 [Mark Got7]

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I stayed lifeless, leaning on the wall behind me, as if I was going to break into pieces if I moved away from it. I stared at Mark's svelte back as he was brought away by Rick out of the building. I wanted to run, I wanted to stand back up and run, I wanted to run and catch Mark from the back and kick their asses.

But how could I? With the cut on my stomach and on my neck, how am I capable? I blame myself for everything. I got Mark into this. I got hurt and now Mark was gone. I couldn't do anything but watch him being brought away to who knows where. To who knows how far. Who knows what they'll do to him. I hate myself and I hate myself and I hate myself. I hated that Mark got to know me. I hated how he got involved in my problem of who knows why everything actually happened. I hated how Mark sacrificed his life for me. I didn't hate him but I blame myself for everything and for what happened to Mark.

The blood on the ground which was mine startled me once I moved my eyes from where I last saw Mark. I got out Rick's phone in my pocket with my right hand and dialed my grandmother's phone number. It rang for quite awhile before it was answered.

"Grandma?"

"May I know who is this?"

"Grandma, it's Kiera."

"Kiera? Is it really you?! Are you alright?"

"I'm not, Grandma,"I croaked. "I got hurt, very bad. But what's worst is that Mark was taken, Grandma. He was taken away because of me," I blurted out as tears flowed down my cheeks.

"What do you mean? Where are you hurt?"

"Grandma, please call the ambulance for me. Please save me, Grandma," I begged and the world spun in my sight as I fell to the ground, swarmed with pain.

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"Are you Ms. Han's family members?"the nurse asked Kiera's grandparents.

"Yes, we are. How is her condition?" her grandfather asked.

"For now she's actually not in a very good condition but thankfully it didn't get worse. Please follow me. You should meet her doctor for further explanation. There is something the doctor needs to discuss about,"the nurse replied.

Kiera's grandmother took another look at her granddaughter who was lying on the hospital bed, looking quite pale.

Both her grandparents then followed the nurse to meet with Kiera's doctor.

It was tense in the doctor's office.

"I'm sorry to say this but her condition is actually bad but don't worry, she'll get better soon. To cut this short, because of the deep cut she got on her stomach, it caused an internal bleeding in which she needs to get a surgery soon to sew up the damaged artery. I have arranged her surgery to be done in an hour so you just have to sign the agreement here," the doctor explained and then showed a piece of paper.

"Oh no. What do we do? She's still young and she has to go through all this," Kiera's worried grandma said to her husband.

Her husband then patted and her back and took the pen in the table. He signed the paper and hoped for the best. "Please take care of our granddaugther."

"We will try our best."

---The Next Day---

I woke up on a hospital bed and my stomach stung when I tried to get up. I check on my stomach and it was stitched and bandaged.

I was confused on what was going on and I could not recall what had happened.

I snatch my phone on the table beside my bed and it was two in the afternoon. No one was with me at that time.