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I sat outside the hospital room with my three year old daughter in my arms, waiting for the doctor tell me everything was going to be okay. An audible sigh left my lips. As much as I hoped for everything to be perfect, I knew that wasn't going to happen though. I started to think that today was one of those days where you and everyone you love should just stay in bed all day.
~Earlier That Day~
It was the afternoon of a sunny day mixed with some clouds. My husband had already left for his rehearsal, leaving me and my daughter, Ha Neul, at the new house we bought.
I sat on the couch, reading Ha Neul her favorite book. She read aloud the words she knew as I read. Since Zen is an actor, he will sometimes practice his lines with our little girl.
"Mommy?" Ha Neul suddenly said.
"Yes?" I replied, looking over at her.
"Why does Daddy have to be gone for so long everyday?" She asked, curiosity filling her eyes.
"He has to practice for his musicals, so he can make his performance perfect." I answered.
"Oh."
"But he should be home in a few hours. Don't worry." I smiled, kissing her forehead. "Let's continue reading."
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It was now 17:00(5:00) and Zen still wasn't home. I started to fret, but knew practice was probably running late. Ha Neul started to whine that she was hungry, so I started to make dinner.
After I finished cooking and setting the table, I called Ha Neul over to eat. As she ate, I texted Zen to see if he was on his way home or not, but I didn't get a reply.
"Mommy. Why aren't you eating?" My daughter asked.
"I'm not hungry." I lied, not wanting to tell her I was worried about her father.
"Okay." She replied in her sweet voice and continued to eat.
Instead of staring at my messages, I asked Ha Neul if she liked the food. She answered with a simple 'yes' and continued to eat. If you looked at her you probably wouldn't even know she was mine. All you can see is her father's loose white hair and bright red eyes. Zen tells me she has my personality, but you can definitely see that she also has Zen's narcissism trait at times.
Before my thoughts could consume me, my phone started to ring. I looked a the caller ID, and saw it was the local hospital. Confused as to why the hospital was calling me, I answered and walked into the other room.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hello. Is this Mrs. Ryu?" A lady's voice asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"I need you to come to the hospital. Your husband here, in horrible condition. His room is 54 on the second floor." The lady said.
Both my heart and stomach dropped. I replied with a 'thank you', ending the call, and ran into the other room. I told Ha Neul that we need to go somewhere. She asked why after I picked her up, but I didn't reply. Everything seemed to blur together as I reached for my keys to the house. I locked the door and ran to our car.
I quickly buckled my daughter in her car seat as calm as I can. My hands were shaking as I got into the drivers seat. I took a deep breath before driving to the hospital.
~Present~
We waited for about two hours before the doctor let us inside, telling us Zen got into a bad car accident. By that time, I had contacted every RFA member and everyone of them arrived. The worst part about those two hours were the fangirls. News can spend like wildfire if you aren't careful, especially if the news is about someone popular. The girls kept asking questions before I had the chance to tell them I knew nothing. Jumin brought body guards with him, so they politely asked the girls to leave, which they did.
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Mystic Messenger OneShots {Book 1}
FanfictionMystic Messenger OneShots ~~ Requests: Closed *I don't own any of the characters I write about. They belong to Cheritz, the Mystic Messenger creators*