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"Step away Sir." The nurse said, pushing the bed down the hall, you lying on it, on the fence of life and death. Mark's eyes never left your face until you disappeared behind the door of the intensive care unit.
Would that be the last time he saw you?
Mark's back hit the wall and he slid down it, staring into space as he listened into the frantic yelling of the nurses. "She won't last." One stated. "She needs blood."
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"Stay still-"
"Yeah I fucking know, just take my damn blood and save her life."
The nurse was taken aback but swallowed down her fear. "There is a chance she might be unresponsive...you can chose what to do next."
"She's not dead, shut the fuck up stop acting like she's dead! She's not!" Mark was on the verge of hyperventilating, your blood decorated his hands and every time he closed your eyes he could see your lifeless body.
"We'll do our best." The doctor reassured. However sometimes even at your best, you can fail.
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"Where is she? What the fuck did you do!" Hyeri screamed, holding Mark by his collars, her body full of rage and grief. Mark was drained, he felt like a walking corpse. He felt dead.
He would do anything to take your place.
Hyeri banged her fists on Mark's chest, tears escaping her eyes and hiccups as she sobbed. "I can't lose her." She wailed and Mark felt the same.
He couldn't lose you, because he'd lose himself.
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"Jihoon...he's dead." Yaeji informed Mark lowly, sending him a sympathetic smile. She rested her hands on her small bump and looked at Mark.
"This one needs their Godmother." She chuckled, tears gathering in her eyes.
"She'll be okay Mark." Yaeji comforted. Him leaning his head on her shoulder, his heart burning with pain. The tears were numb and without even knowing, it bloomed around his eyes. The words that he could not say to you, flowed down and lingering regret crawls over his face.
Pathetic, that's what he was.
His heart is torn, he'd rather burn it instead so that pain and regret, none of that would be left.
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With his head bowed, the doctor walked into the waiting room, excruciatingly slowly.
"Areum's family?"
Mark stood up, his head was pounding as his pulse palpitated through his veins, a burden of emotions filtered over him.
Were you okay?
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