Flatline ─ Jimin

2 ∘ Crystal

chapter two.
❝ 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁.
𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵
𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻. ❞

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For some people a hospital was not a pleasant place, well, maybe it really wasn't, considering it was the point of the assemblage of ailing individuals. The building itself was a bad augury, there was no point in describing something good about it. But, definitely, there was a discrepancy in perspective within everyone who perceived a hospital, which also started the tale of Crystal Gale.

Due to unfortunate foredoom—a story for another time—the building of St. Mary's Hospital had become Crystal's sanctuary in recent years, promoting the girl to flourish like a permanent occupant in it. Nearly all the doctors and nurses recognized who she was, let's just say she was a star, for one the period of hospitalization had outpaced the reasonable limit and two she preferred to be there just in case her condition took a turn for the worse.

It was arduous at first to adjust herself to all the stringent scheduled activities, such as medicine dependence, daily checkups, limitations in doing anything, the quantity of medical equipment attached to her skins, the worst was symptoms. For the sake of getting better, Crystal needed to do all that and experienced the worst case, though sometimes she questioned if the entire treatment would be rewarding at the end of the story.

Crystal did not think much about the conclusion of her life, everyone had their own ration and time, but it was vivid where they would all go in the end. Heaven or Hell or caught in a limbo, or to put it simply, they were all going to die anyway.

Tragic, but it was the inescapable plot twist. Crystal wasn't a pessimist, she was realistic, she got wind of not everyone would get a pleasant allotment. It was life, after all, there was a happy and a sad ending. She wasn't entirely sure which one she got, hers was still awfully bleak at the moment.

It took a protractedly time to cure her disease since it was a rare one, no, she did not blame anyone for her whole life turning into and the lacking methods for convalescence, but she had one wish, one she constantly tucked into her prayer every night. There was no guarantee that it would come true, but Crystal still wanted—in anguish hoped to wake up tomorrow, the day after, a week after, a month after, the list went on.

Crystal had done plenty of good things in her life, at least for the past fourteen years of life, she thought that was enough for those gods above to consider that she was not a hellion. Well, the other ten years didn't need to be counted, aside from the phase as an infant, she was too young to comprehend there were times when she couldn't copy her friend's homework, borrow a pencil without thinking about returning it, find some cash on the ground and claim it as her own when no one was around, or sleeping in class.