Will He Survive?

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Warning: Short as hell, cause I wanted to publish more fast

3rd Person P.O.V

'Damn it, Zen. Damn it.' [Y/n] thinks as she clutches the hospital bed. He had smashed a bone in his back which was a bad thing.

Jumin had taken the kids home, Izumi almost in tears from seeing her mother almost cry and the man look so hopeless and helpless.

Kyungji hadn't even bothered to come and see Zen, she said she had a spa appointment soon, fucking bitch.

The doctors said he had a 50% chance of living the other half going to death.
The police had gotten the man and well, they also couldn't care less about what injury the man caused.

"Why the hell do you make me care about you all over again?" I mutter laying my head on the bed railing. Zen had not moved at all, which made  [Y/n] worry even more. Sure, he ruined their relationship but before all that crap happened they were friends. Best friends. Who grew to fall in live with each other. But still, they were best friends, how could she not care?

She looked up at Zen who had now opened his eye, a hopeful smile came onto her face, "Zen. You–"
She was cut off as soon as she heard the most horrifying sound at the moment. Beeeeeeeeeeeeep Not even ten seconds he opened his eyes. And now this?

The heartbeat monitor had started going to a straight line.

"Zen, cmon breathe, get your heartbeat up. Don't do this to me, damnn it! I wanna see you smile again, and tell me that it was all a joke or some shit like that! Tell me it's fine, don't..." She drifts off unable to finish her sentence as she grabs his hand, it now being cold.

"Zen, wake up for me. For your fans, come on. Smile damn it! I wanna see your shitty stupid face be lit up!" She yells as tears stream down her face.
All the emotions she had felt for him, love, sadness, pain, anger, care. Care...

5/6/19
Word Count: 355

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