Lisa ran into the hospital as fast as she could, a bag swinging in her hand. Rushing to the reception desk, she asked, "Kim Jisoo. I'm looking for Kim Jisoo, where is she?"
"How are you to the patient?"
"Her wife." A small white lie.
"Room 309." Taking off, Lisa forwent the stairs and hurried up the stairs, desperate to get to her girlfriend. As soon as she had seen on the news that the van Jisoo had left in for her solo activities was hit on the freeway, she called every manager she had the number of until they told her where the idol was being sent.
Lisa stood out like a sore thumb in her photoshoot outfit. The tight leather pants, navy tucked tank, and eight-inch heeled boots caught the attention of everyone she passed. Her leather cropped jacket was slung over one shoulder as she focused on not falling or breaking her ankle into a million little bits.
Finding room 309, Lisa pushed the door open without knocking, ready to stab anyone that tried to stop her from seeing Jisoo with her heels. The crazed look in her eyes made the nurses and doctor back away from the sleeping girl in the tiny hospital bed. The impossibly tall woman felt her heart crack at the bruises on her lover's face. With a small split on her lower lip and tiny cuts all over, Lisa just knew there was much worse damage under the hospital gown she wore.
"Is she okay? What's wrong? What happened? When will she wake up?"
"Who are you Miss," the doctor asked, eyeing the dagger-sharp heels.
"I'm her girlfriend! What happened?"
"Ms. Kim received minor injuries to her face and body. She has three bruised ribs, several small lacerations and bruises, and a twisted ankle. Otherwise, she's fine. She could wake up any time, though she might have a concussion. We won't be able to tell until she wakes up. We'll leave you two alone." The two nurses and the doctor nearly ran from the room, eager to get away from the scary girl in leather.
Tentatively walking to Jisoo's bedside, Lisa sat down in a chair, leaving the bag on the floor next to her. "Baby. What happened to you?" Tears welled in her doll eyes as she watched her battered girlfriend breath evenly, several monitors beeping around her. Taking Jisoo's hand, Lisa gently kissed her fingertips, one by one.
Lisa spent hours watching Jisoo sleep, rubbing the back of the resting woman's hand. As hard as she tried to avoid it, the leather-clad woman's eyes drifted shut, her head falling on the white blankets of the bed.
A nurse came in to check on Jisoo and found the two women asleep, one of Jisoo's hands in Lisa's bronze hair. Smiling to herself, the nurse took the bag from beside Lisa and put it in the mini-fridge at the far end of the room, before putting a thin blanket over the sitting girl's shoulders. After checking the monitors, the woman left, not before she turned off the lights and closing the blinds.
When Jisoo woke up, she found Lisa sitting by her side, cheek pressed cutely into the thin hospital bed, hands clasped together. Running her cold fingers through Lisa's hair, the pain from all of the bruises and cuts set in, making her groan. At the soft sound, Lisa shot up in her seat, ready to fight whatever caused the pained moan.
"Jisoo? You're awake? I'll get the doctor!" Pressing the call button over and over again, the tall woman impatiently waited for the nurse to get there. When they were finally told that someone was on the way, Lisa sat back down and pushed Jisoo's hair behind her ear. "How do you feel baby?"
"I'm alright," Jisoo croaked out. Looking around for some water, Lisa found a few bottles in the fridge along with her bag. Grabbing both the water and the bag, the Thai woman opened the bottle and placed it against Jisoo's lips. "I can do it myself," Jisoo told her. When the doll eyed girl refused to move, Jisoo tipped the bottle forward and took great mouthfuls of cold water.
Finally, the doctor came to give Jisoo another look over, deciding to keep the girl overnight to watch for a concussion. Lisa curled up next to Jisoo as the nurses wheeled the bed to an overnight room. They got a lot of strange looks at what looked like a dominatrix hitching a ride with a princess she went too hard on.
Once the staff left them alone, Lisa brushed Jisoo's hair out, enjoying the feeling of the silky strands running through her long fingers. "What's in the bag," Jisoo asked. Lisa glanced down at the plastic sack on her lap before smiling back at the woman sitting next to her, long hair flowing elegantly around her shoulders.
"It's time for TLC to commence," Lisa announced. Reaching into the bag, the tall woman grabbed a box of chocolate.
"I thought you were about to play 'No Scrubs' for a second," Jisoo told her as long fingers unsealed the box of delectable sweet bars.
"I should have done that," Lisa commented as she unwrapped the first bar. Slipping it past Jisoo berry red lips, Lisa smiled at the grin it made of the still bruised face staring back at her. Jisoo took a bar of her own and placed it on Lisa's tongue, happy to be spending some time with her again. Since their solo activities started, they had had very little alone time.
Lisa slipped off her giant boots and tossed off her leather jacket before curling up under the blankets with Jisoo as they fed each other the sugary bars. They had just finished the first box when Rosé and Jennie burst in, panting and sweating from their sprint.
"Are you okay," Rosé asked as she ran to Jisoo's other side.
"Do you need anything," Jennie asked as she stood at the foot of the bed, a worried look painting her face.
"Not anymore. Come on, sit, both of you," Jisoo ordered. "Have some chocolate with us."
By the end of the night, Rosé, Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo were cramped up on the bed, eating dinner and even more chocolate until all four had passed out in a pile.
Jennie laid on Lisa and Jisoo's legs as Rosé curled up into Jisoo's side, while the short Korean woman rested her head on Lisa's chest, arms wrapped tightly around each other.
