"Where is she?"
It was the voice of Roseanne Park who rushed into the hospital with eyes wilding, she was clearly out of it. Chaeyoung was having a long-awaited dinner with a very important person when her phone went off with a message from Madeleine—dr. Finnegan, who told her that her best friend was in the ER, unconscious, waiting for her. She jumped off her seat right at the moment and rushed herself to The Winchesters, with hands busy searching for Nikola's number. All she knew at that moment was the high possibility of Lisa's condition progressing to get worse and she needed all hands on deck to fix it.
Kai abruptly stood up and was about to greet the doctor who came barging into the busy ER when he saw Jennie tailing Chaeyoung a few minutes after she made her grand entrance, wearing a face that was just as worried—if not more—as the one worn by Chaeyoung. He was about to approach them but it was as if he was suddenly dragged and blended into the background that nobody realised his presence. All eyes were focused on Lisa who looked like she was sleeping peacefully. The blood that was on her face had been cleaned up properly by the nurses and she had an oxygen mask placed on her face to help her oxygen intake. Her hand was injected with an IV injection, while the blood stain on her clothes had turned dry and rusty.
"It's progressing," it was subtle passing words he heard from inside the curtain where Lisa was laid as he made his way outside the ER. He needed a smoke. It had been a weird night for him. Jennie was there in the same space as he was but never once did she catch a glimpse of him. He was non-existent at that moment—just a passing figure in Jennie's vision.
Kai was sitting outside the hospital when he heard faint sobs when he was about to light his second cigarette that night. It was dark, so he could not catch a clear view of the figure whose sobs were getting louder as they went by. His black hoodies made him invisible too, so he just stood away quietly as he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette. That was when he heard the voice of the figure and he recognised it.
"Lisa's cancer is progressing, Soo."
Cancer?
Lisa had cancer?
He was shocked by the news; that was the last thing anybody could possibly wish on anyone. But what shocked him more was the way Jennie's voice vibrated her pain. The agony echoed in his ears. It was painful and he was ached by how hurtful it sounded. Between Jennie's sobs, Kai could hear that it would never be him for Jennie. He simply stood no chance. So without a word, he threw his cigarette and left The Winchesters carrying his broken heart.
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Jennie is busy sorting and rearranging her books on the shelves after she turns the closed sign on her door. She is closing her bookstore early today because earlier today, Lisa has been discharged and she has made a dinner plan for two with the surgeon before she goes back to Manchester the next morning. That is when the bell dings and it surprised her because if it is Lisa then the surgeon is very early. Jennie has not even started getting ready yet. Still, she drops whatever she is doing and scatters her way to where the sound of her little bell comes from wearing her brightest gummy smile, about to welcome the lanky neurosurgeon who has been making her day just by the thought of her.
But the moment she sees in the direction of her door, her smile drops and turns into confusion because standing by her door is another neurosurgeon, who goes by the name dr. Kai Kim. She has completely let him slip off her mind. The neurosurgeon, however, has his wide cute smile hanging on his lips, one he addresses to Jennie. Kai is on his way home from the hospital but then decides that that day—out of all the days he can possibly pick—is the day he confesses to Jennie; just like Lisa told him, he should tell her how he feels—or better yet, shows her.
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You Had Me at Goodbye
FanfictionOne half You Had Me Series | A Jenlisa Fanfiction story -- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or p...