Always and Forever (Showki fanfic)

Ch. 119: Someone Call the Doctor

A/N: Happy 1st anniversary, guys! Can't believe that it already has been a year since I started this fan fiction. Time really flew by. 

*Trigger warning: Anti-religion content.* 

Hyunwoo

~the next month~

~at his place in the living room~

Kihyun hasn't been eating a lot lately. A diet he says. His cheeks were no longer hamster like. His complexion is paler. He has been sleeping a lot and running away to the bathroom. Worry is not enough to describe how I have been feeling. 

He knew that I knew already that he has been hiding the fact that he is getting sicker and sicker. We didn't admit it to each other as we were afraid that  I had called sunbaes from college and overseas specialists if they could look over his medical records. They all said they didn't know how to cure Kihyun. When I first heard that, despair filled my mind. But, I quickly reminded myself that Kihyun is the one who is hurting the most right now. 

Over the past month, I have been bringing Kihyun on dates and spoiled him to keep his mind off of it. He would try to  smile brightly and laugh softly at these romantic gestures. Little that he knew that I long to hear him laugh with true joy and smile without forcing it. 

I know that he is trying to be brave in the face of all of this. But, I am afraid that it would not last long. Fate is cruel. God is cruel. How can he make my Kihyun so sad. How can he make my Kihyun has a short lived life. How can he dare to take my Kihyun away from me. I hate God. God is useless. 

I gently nuzzled my nose against the top of his head. He shifts in his sleep and clutches on the ends of my shirt tighter. Then, I traced his facial features without touching him not wanting him to wake up. Dark circles underlined his eyes. His cheekbones are much more defined. It almost seemed that he had contour on. His lips were a soft coral pink. His jawline is more prominent. The pink in his hair is fading away. You can see that his roots are growing out. His arms and legs are more bony. 

I sighed deeply as I never knew that watching someone you love waste away could be so painful. It felt like someone had my heart in a choke hold and a boulder pressing against my stomach. A feeling I don't want to feel, but can't help except to feel it. I glanced down at his hand and saw his engagement ring gleaming back at me in the moonlight. I smiled as the memory of my proposal to him came to mind. 

"I can hear the cogs in your head turning," he says suddenly which surprised me.

"Huh? Was I talking to myself without realizing it? Did I wake you up," I asked.

"Hmm, no. I just know that you are thinking too much. I couldn't sleep anymore," he murmurs.

"Kihyun ah," I said slowly.

"Don't. Just don't," he says with a sigh.

"Do you remember when we first met, you were quite mean to me," I asked to change the subject.

"Psh, I wasn't being mean," he says and rolls his eyes.

"Hmm, well, I seem to remember you giving me mean looks," I teased.

"Mhmm."

"Do you remember when those kids ran up to you in that shark onesie? You looked so adorable in it."

"Agh, how embarrassing," he laughs silently. 

"You know before I proposed to you. I was at lost for how to propose to you. I was like should I make it a real big event like a yacht, champagne, and roses or something simple like a picnic... When I was choosing the rings, I had to ask my mother which one I should choose. She tried to get me to buy you a diamond ring. But, this one pair of rings called my name so I choose that one. That night... I was sweating bullets under all of my clothes. I am not sure if you noticed or not. Part of me thought you wouldn't say yes. The moment that you said yes made me so happy. Wasn't it silly for me to think that," I asked.

Instead of answering, he suddenly stands up and runs to the bathroom. I went after him to see him cough up blood into the sink. 

"Kihyun," I shouted as I stared at the blood slowly going down the drain. 

He looks at me through the mirror and says, "I'm f-." Then, he drops to the ground in the next second. 

"Kihyun! Baby! Wake up," I shouted as his eyes rolled back showing the white parts of his eyeballs.  "Shit. Shit. What do I do," I asked myself. It can't be.... I put my finger under his nose to check if he was still breathing. He was breathing really shallowly. Panic overflowed my mind. I sat up and shook him with more force. He doesn't move or resists me. I laid him back down and pressed my ear against his chest. His heart is beating at abnormal pace. 

"KIHYUN,"  I cried out again as tears started to blur my vision. Wait, no. This is not the time to break down. 

I dashed out of the bathroom and grabbed my car keys and wallet off the coffee table shoving them into my pockets before going back to the bathroom. I lifted him off the ground and ran out of my place. I unlocked the car on the way, opened the door, and strapped him in.

I ran to the other side and got in. Not bothering to put mine on, I turned the car on and sped off to the nearest hospital. I ran every light that I had too in order to get to the hospital faster. Numerous cars honked at me and  red light cameras snapped pictures, but I didn't care. What matters is getting Kihyun to the hospital. When we finally got to the hospital, I parked haphazardly, went over to his side, and pulled him into my arms before sprinting into the ER. 

"SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE," I shouted as soon as I entered.