Everything was dark, I couldn't feel or see anything. But I could hear, I could hear the sound of constant sniffles and soft cries, sometimes a voice so familiar would say things like: y/n, please wake up, or I miss you. This voice sounded all so familiar, and I knew that the owner of the voice was so broken. I don't know why they'd want me to wake up, everything was better this way. At least for me.
1 year after , NJ p.o.v
It's been a year since that awful night. Every day before I go to work, I pass by the hospital that y/n is admitted in. And everyday I get told the same thing: she isn't responding.
I no longer have a connection to Eun-ah. After what happened, she started to become more and more possessive. She'd go to my house every night, and ask if I was doing fine. I'd tell her yes but she'd insist on staying, until I just stopped opening the door. I did hear screams, and pounds at the door, nevertheless, I never opened the door. I still remember the way y/n's lifeless body laid on the floor.
I pound my hand on the desk. All of this is so frustrating. This is all my fault, if I had just listened to her since the beginning when she said she didn't want to go. I huff, not wanting to think about the situation any longer.
Third person p.o.v
Doctors go into her room everyday to check up on her and see if there's been any progress, but she seems to be like that everyday. Her wounds have all been healed, she just needs to wake up.
Y/n p.o.v
I don't want to wake up, I just want to sleep forever. My parents always told me that one can't sleep forever, but somehow they both did at the same time. They both left me, they both died. I just want to go reunite with them. But, I don't want to make the person who comes here everyday even more sad.
I'm tired.
Third person p.o.v
The nurse was sitting at the front desk checking the monitors and drinking some coffee. There was faint beeping in the distance, which is usual, so she didn't think much of it. But the beeping kept getting faster, she stood up immediately and walked to the room.
"Patient y/l/n y/n is loosing consciousness, I need a doctor!" Nurses start running to find a doctor, one doctor appears and goes inside.
"She's in need of electroshock, we're loosing her." Everyone starts moving, the nurse hands the machine to the doctor.
"At the count of three. One, two, three! Clear" the doctor presses the machine to her chest, he waits then the nurse shakes her head. They repeat the process and y/n doesn't respond. Third time's a charm. The doctor presses the machine to her chest one last time. Everything becomes quite.
"The patient's responding!" Everyone lets out a long breath. The beeping of the monitor goes back to normal.
Namjoon p.o.v
I'm currently at the hospital's waiting room. Earlier today, I got a call from them saying that it was an emergency and that I needed to get here quick.
"Kim Namjoon?" My head shoots up and I stand up.
"Yes? That's me." The nurse leads me to y/n's room. My heart began racing. Did y/n wake up? Am I going to be able to see her? Thoughts flooded my mind. "Mr.? I need you to listen." The nurse looks serious. I nod and she continues.
"Do you know why we called you?" I shook my head, all I knew was that it was important. "Well, earlier today Ms. y/l/n was in a very critical condition, we almost lost her. We were able to bring her back, but I believe that this won't last long."
Her words were like knives. Mybreath halted in my throat. "W-what do you mean?"
She sighed. "The patient is brain dead. She's connected to breathing tubes. I recommend disconnecting her, it's always an option. Think about it, we need to know."
1 week later
I've been thinking a lot about what the nurse told me. I don't want to lose her, but I don't want her to keep suffering. I've made my mind. It hurts me to say, but I decided to disconnect her. I decided to walk to the hospital, just to get some fresh air.
"Good evening, how may I help you?" "I came to visit y/l/n y/n." I walked to her room. I inhaled deeply and walked inside. There she was, laying in the hospital bed, the sight broke my heart. I walked to the right side of her bed, there was a chair I sat and stared at her face. Her face has changed so much, she looks thinner and paler than other days. A nurse walks in, startling me.
"Good morning, I'm just here to check up on her." She checks the monitor. "Can I speak to the doctor in charge of her?" I ask and the nurse nods. "I'll bring him right now."
I wait a few minutes before the same nurse and a doctor walk in. We greet each other and I cut right to the chase. "I have decided, I want to disconnect her." The doctors looks at me for a second, maybe to see if I was going to turn back, but there was no emotion plastered on my face. The doctor then smiled and said okay.
"Do you want sometime to say goodbye? Just press this button when you are ready." The doctor hands me a remote, there's a button that says 'nurse' at the top right corner, I'm supposed to press that one. They both walk out leaving me and y/n alone.
Y/n p.o.v
Why do I feel like this is the end? I'm not sure how long it's been, but I could hear people talking... about disconnecting her? Disconnect who? What does that even mean?
Third person p.o.v
Namjoon has presses the button and a few minutes later, two nurses and the same doctor were in the room. Namjoon was still sitting in the chair, for some reason, a part of him felt at peace. Not only would y/n be free from suffering, but this would also help Namjoon. He'd finally be able to let go. Of course it would take a while to get used to, but he couldn't live the way he did anymore.
When the doctor had the syringe ready, filled with the anesthesia. The doctors decided they would overdose her on anesthesia. Namjoon held her hand in his. "I love you." He whispered.
The doctor held the syringe in his right hand while disconnecting the IV in her forearm. He placed the needle at the open end of the tube and pushed the plunger inward. Namjoon watched as the clear liquid disappeared inside of her skin.
Y/n p.o.v
I feel more tired than usual. I feel calm, my body is light and I can't feel or hear anything.
Namjoon p.o.v
The beeping of the monitor had stopped and became a constant deafening sound. "Goodbye y/n."
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A/N:
Hello!
I felt sad while writing the last part and I feel sad reading it over again 🥺. It's been so long. I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long. I had finals last week, and let's just say that most of my day I spent studying. Also, I have another chapter finished. Should I upload it too?? Or do you want to wait?
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