I Will Fight For You (A The8 Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

After they had left, I looked over at the flowers on the bedside table. I shifted towards it and reached for it. Thankfully, it was on my left side so I could grab it with my working hand. I successfully retrieved the bouquet and admired them. I sniffed them and they had a fresh, lovely scent. Whoever got this for me had good taste in flowers because I really loved it. From the arrangement to the happiness I felt upon receiving them.

I tried to utilise my right hand to stabilise the rather large bouquet of flowers while the other unfolded the card attached. 

"Dear Hee-Young,

I wish you a speedy recovery. It hurts me to see you injured like that. Please take really good care of yourself. I really miss seeing you around,"

I flipped the card and rotated it, inspecting all its surfaces. There was no name written. I poked through the flowers to find nothing else. I opened the card and studied the handwriting instead. I brought it closer to my eyes.

The letters were written clearly as if the person was either neat or had recently learned Korean. There was a slight mistake in the writing so I was more convince it was written by someone who was learning Korean- No. I could not be. Why would he care? Perhaps Jun sent it. 

"But Jun is better at Korean and isn't his handwriting sharper? Then again, he would put his name if these were really from him. He'd definitely want you to know," a voice spoke up in my head.

I shook my head. No way was I accepting the possible truth. 

"Stop denying. You know you feel it. It's from HIM. How long will you lie to yourself?" the voice started scolding me.

I dropped the bouquet beside me on the bed. I brought my left hand up to my head in an attempt to suppress the voice that lived in there. No way. I was not going to let it influence me. 

The more I pushed it away, the louder it got. It kept rambling on and persuading me to believe that he actually cared about me.

I started applying more pressure to my head as the voice got louder. It was just a stupid voice. Why won't it go away? My head hurt from my hand pressing on the injury. At the same time, I felt hurt on the inside too. My heart felt like it was pulled down and my chest began to hurt. Why again? I don't love him. I never have. 

My heart shrunk at the thought I had. My left hand moved to my chest and held it over where my heart was. I felt the blanket start to get wet and noticed tears were rolling down my cheeks. How could one nameless bouquet give me so much pain? 

I heard the door creak open and it was shortly followed by the exclamation of two adults and an alarmed grandmother. 

"Hee-young! Does it hurt a lot? Hang on. Dear! Call the doctor-" a voice I missed dearly was in a panic.

"No! I don't think it is that kind of pain," my grandmother interrupted.

I looked up, tears welled up in my eyes and already overflowing. Through my blurry vision, I made out the figures of my busy yet loving parents. I opened my arms wide open.

"Eomma! Appa!" I cried out.

They dropped their bags and rushed up to me and hugged me. My heart warmed up slightly being in their embrace. We had a short exchange before my mother demanded to be briefed on the situation.

My grandmother asked for a short while to clarify with me. As she was about to ask me something, the bouquet of daisies caught her eye. She picked it up and noted it had no name. 

"So you think it's from Minghao but you don't want to accept that very fact?" she checked.

I nodded. I held my chest. I had no idea how but my grandmother could see right through me. It was as if she had mind-reading powers.