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Dr. Kim

     Yoonin was laying on her back slowly breathing in and out while trying to keep calm as the feeling of the MRI machine was getting smaller and smaller.  She laid wondering how tiny it was going to get? Taking another steadying breath she told herself that the top of the machine ceiling was not coming down to boop her on the nose. She winced every once in a while as the machine changed its sound once again. This time it was a loud buzzing noise with a clacking sound at the end of the cycle instead of the loud wacka wacka sound it was making before. Trying to settle her tight muscles she shifted her body into a more comfortable position. Trying to roll her shoulders back so that they were not placed up against her ears. This causes an immediate reprimand in the sound of a nasally bored voice saying. "Be still, please.!  I'm going to have to restart that one!" Yoonin held as still as possible. Trying to entertain herself by making up words that went to the beat of the machine. They weren't any good but it helps pass the time.

   Finally, the body less bored voice came back into her ears "Okay were all done here someone will be right there to help you out..."

    Yoonin couldn't suppress her delight of getting out of the dreaded tube of suffocation, and let out a small whoop of joy, as the bed she was laying on started to move. Bringing her back into the world of light and fresh air. The male orderly smiled at her and said "She alive.  Alive" and followed it up with an over the top evil cackling that made Yoonin smile. 

  "You're getting really good at that" Yoonin said with a chuckle. Bryon was one of her favorite people in the hospital.  That says a lot about him as she is here way too often. Yoonin has been a patient of Dr. Kim. for many years. Always coming and going. Test after test. Mri's, X-rays, Sleep studies, EKG's and so much more. Through all those tests Byron had been by her side making her laugh. 

   "So what happened kido? Did you fall down again?" Byron asked as he picked her up and transferred her to a bed. 

  Yoonin smile wilted, her face became more guarded, and her eyes hooded. She wouldn't look at Byron.' Yeah, I fell on the stairs at school."

  "Och! Well, Dr. Kim will fix you up in no time!" Bryon didn't notice that Yoonin voice became flat. He was to busy rolling the bed down the hall and into Yoonin's room. After he got the bed back in the correct space, He got her some water and placed it on the side table. Then he said a quick goodbye and was off running to do the hundred other things that needed to be done.

 Yoonin sat on the bed wondering what the test said. Slowly the fear of never walking again started to rear its ugly head. She hated the thought of spending the rest of her life in a wheelchair. She knew that before she passed away she would be in one, but not now it is too soon. She had so much more she wanted to do. She wanted to travel. See the wonders of the world. The feeling of the Great Wall of China under her feet. Go to Rio and stand at the bottom of the statue of Christ the Redeemer and look up at his arms open wide ready to embrace the world. She wanted to scale the ruins of Machu Picchu in Peru.  To gaze at the Taj Mahal in India. A palace built for love. What could be more romantic than that? Yoonin sighed thinking about the love that lasted forever.

  Yoonin lost in daydreams didn't hear the sound of the door opening or Jin and Min Yoongi pushing in a purple wheelchair. This wheelchair is nothing like her bulky old one. This one was sleek looking. The seat was black with purple butterflies flying up the back. It had no arms to block the access to the big wheels that were purple on the inside. The same purple ran on the inside of the smaller wheels. The footrest was shaped like a large U and that was also painted purple. If that wasn't enough the chair's wheels were pimped out with light that glowed when it was rolling.

  The boys moved over to the side while Dr. Kim walked into the room.  Dr.Kim pulled up the stool to Yoonin bed. He had a lot to say and wanted to be on the same eye level as not seem intimidating.