make me come alive

Part 15

The appointment wasn't long enough for me to tell him everything he wanted to know. He offered for me to come back after hours when everyone had gone home and things are less hectic.

I wasn't sure if I should go or not, but he seemed like he will genuinely try and help me.

So I agreed.

Although, I know there's the possibility that nothing positive will come out if it, he gives me hope for some odd reason.
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It's 7pm and I walk through the eerily dark doctors surgery. I take the stairs to his room and take a second to calm down before I knock.

He makes me nervous.

I take one more deep breath and lift my hand up to knock.

The door suddenly swings open and I almost hit him square in the face.

"Ahhhh!" He screams and dodges my fist.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" My eyes widen.

"*chuckles* I'm okay, you just gave me a fright that's all. I didn't even hear you." He laughs.

"I'm sorry." I nervously laugh.

"It's okay. Uh I'm just going to grab a coffee from the staff room. Would you like one?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Uh.... yeah, sure. Would you like a hand or anything?" I offer.

"No it's okay I've got it. Go sit down and make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a minute. How many sugars?" He tilts his head.

"2 please." I smile.

"Okay be right back." He closes the door and disappears.

As soon as he leaves a phone goes off. I look at the desk and it's his personal phone. I don't know if I should go and tell him or to just leave it. But me being sneaky, I quickly glance at the flashing phone.

~ Incoming call from Jimin~

Jimin???

Surely not.....

There's other people named Jimin pff.

I sit down on the chair I sat at earlier and twiddle my thumbs until he comes back.

-2 minutes later-

"Uh..... Luna Kim? ..... could you ummmm open the door for me?" I hear a muffled voice coming from the other side of the door.

I stand back up and open the door to a red faced Dr.kim.

"Are you okay?" I take the piping hot coffees from his grip and place them quickly onto the small wooden coffee table.

"Yeah I uh..... miss judged the whole situation. I forgot I closed the door and I couldn't get in because my hands where occupied with the two coffees." He coughs and straightens up his white doctors gown.

"Ah." I hold back a snort as he sits at his desk.

He picks up his phone and places it into his draw, not looking at the notification.

"So... should we start from where we left off earlier?" He pushes up his round glasses further up his nose.

"Okay." I nod.

He takes out his notepad and pen, opening to the page from earlier.

"So we got to the part about your father. You said that you a dream that he died. And it came true?" He reads his notes and looks up at me.

The memories flash through my head and my chest becomes heavy.

"Y-Yes." I nod and look down at my sweaty hands.