The Perfect Life

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The cops immediately arrived. Sweeping through the place. Arresting Kim Donghee. Rushing Namjoo to the ER. Unable to cooperate Sehun followed. Eunhui went with for treatment.

After seeing the doctor Eunhui first met with the cops for her statement. Sehun refused medicine to help him calm down. He wouldn't give his statement until Namjoo came through surgery.

The doors to the emergency surgical ward was closed off. It would be a long day. Before he saw light again. Before he could forgive himself for not acting sooner.

Wondering with regret that if four years ago he had been healed, this wouldn't have happened today. They would be safe in Seoul and with a kid or two. The what ifs destroying all train of positive thoughts as he waited for news whether Namjoo had died or if she could still be revived.

The past few days had been so good to them. Why this?! Why now?!

Why couldn't it be easy for them?!

Helplessly, he shed tears into his hands.

Why was this happening to him?

Eunhui touched his back but he didn't look up. He didn't want to see anyone unless it was Namjoo coming out of those doors. Alive.

"I'm sorry," she empathized. Sitting down with him she figured it would be better than letting him wait for the news alone.

Hours went by. Day transitioned into night. Two lonely souls waiting in the hall praying and hoping. Heels clicked by. Nurses ran past. Voices called out for a doctor.

Exhausted now, Sehun leaned against the wall. Without energy. Hungry but unwilling to go look for food. What if Namjoo came out and he missed her? He wouldn't risk it.

"Do you think she's dead?" Sehun asked.

Eunhui didn't reply. Still sitting while he stood and paced restlessly. His clothes still blood stained. Face haggard. Hair rustled and standing in all directions. Smelling of old blood and sweat. Looking like he'd just climbed out from a cave after a long trek. In contrast, Eunhui wore stitches like a brave soldier having survived battle at the front.

"When we first met, I didn't want anything to do with Namjoo," Sehun reminisced, needing to talk, desperate for someone to understand his grief-stricken soul. "And then we kept meeting. Sometimes she looked sad and other times it looked like nothing was wrong." His eyes welled up with tears again. "One moment we were friends and then the next we were holding hands. If I'd known, I would've looked for her harder. I should have come earlier for her and we could have avoided this." Rubbing his eyes helplessly, he sobbed, "I thought we were finally happy."

The hours waned and morning rose. The doors finally opened but it wasn't Namjoo coming out. A doctor in a long white coat walked toward them. Adjusting his round silver framed glasses, he turned to them.

"I am glad to share with you that Miss Kim is alive."

Gasping with relief, Sehun nearly fainted. He clutched the wall blinking, fighting to keep himself standing straight.

"She received the wound through the back which caused quite a few problems. We've maneuvered around it and took the bullet out. It was lodged in her lung tissue hence the lengthy surgery. The chances of a hemorrhage and infection is high. Her situation may deteriorate quickly. She will also have problems breathing. This is a dangerous chest wound, so we will be keeping her in the hospital to keep a close eye on her. We will be transferring her to the ICU in an hour and you may go up to see her if you wish."

Nodding his head frantically Sehun couldn't contain his joy. The doctor smiled at him before turning around to go back through the doors.

"You really look awful crying," Eunhui grinned from beside him.