The only thing that had filled your delicate ears for the past few hours was the horrid squeals from the girls. Yet the only thing that was constantly going through your mind was- am I going to die? Now replaced by all of that was the heart monitor-- beeping every few seconds, and It wasn't the fact that It was helping you that really annoyed you. The fact was, it was just driving you insane. Constantly right in your ear it screaming for attention.
Along the road the ambulance van went. Bumping up and down so often, causing your head to softly bang against the blue pillow placed on the stretcher. Even though you couldn't see what was happening around you and outside the van. You knew that you were going to the hospital. Why? You didn't know. An oxygen mask was tightly bounded to your face.
Eyes glued shut out of fright, muffled talking of people filled the air. Sheets off the stretcher bed filled your hand as it was like you were holding on it to save your life. Your hands started to ache due to it. Heavy breaths filled your lungs. Sirens battled with all the other sounds. Competing with each other until they deafened me.
You could feel the vehicle slowing down, then gradually coming to a stop. A cold draft blew to you to ice. You opened your eyes and all of a sudden you were up in the air, then to be placed down onto a wheel transferer. The male nurse propped you up and leaned your head against the rest that was now there. The door opened to a blindingly bright corridor. They ran along with the transferer argumentatively talking to each other your eyes were now glued to the ceiling watching it travel along with you. They finally lead us to a room, quite dull yet polished.
Somebody poured your body onto the bed carefully. You sigh as the tubes in your arm screeched together. One person came into the room, then everybody sauntered out notably fast. He was tall. In his large hands was held a clipboard and a pen. He walked towards you kneeling down with a large smile on his face. "Hi!"
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You stared at him with a blank dead like face. He quickly re-arranged his emotion. To more calm and collected. "Oh- okay." He sighed standing up. He looked at your heart monitor and wrote things down. As he was writing he inhaled and spoke. "I'm going to be your doctor during your recovery. You'll see me around a lot. The people know me as Lee Han-Won. Nice to meet you Y/N."
You nodded. Your eyes scanned the guy, then traveling around the room. Everything started to catch up to you. A sudden shock of coldness hit you. The feeling of vibration was sent everywhere on your body. You shaking. Your eyes started to water.
Your fingers clenched together, tilting your hand to the side and wiping your tears. Han-won looked at you, away from his clipboard. Knees cracking as he came down towards you, opening his arms. You couldn't care less if you didn't even know the man in front of you. Tears were flowing down your face and you couldn't help but hugging the man. You held your body up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his back. Tears flew out of your eyes and spread across the shoulder of the white jacket.
