Saranghae Catherine

Chapter 1

Floor Six Room 216 B

The cool dry air flourished the hospital room with no remorse. The windowsill outside exhibited death's touch as frozen ice wove its existence. The blinds let a little bit of the moonlight inside, though it seemed useless to the hovering hospital light over the bed. Where a patient by the name of David Park, was bound. His skin, dark blue and purple.

In my opinion it didn't seem to match his innocent face.

A yawn escaped my mouth. It was three in the morning, something I hoped didn't come so fast. Yet it did.

I crossed my one leg over the other and rubbed the corner of my eyes to keep myself awake. I resided in a small comfy chair beside a hospital bed with the male patient. Of course, things like this have to happen to me. Not only did I save his hide now the school's first impression of me is probably a joke. It just had to be today.

Of all days, today. This stupid exchange of saving this guy's hide could've cost me my job.

I sigh and shake my head remorseful of my thoughts. I shouldn't think like that. A person's life is more valuable than a job. Worse case scenario, I get transferred to Japan.

My brown eyes looked upon David Park's fragile body. Limp yet full of life. From observing his position, one would think he's content. No worries. No stress.

But I knew better. There's no way anyone could "fall off" the, what was it called, Banpo Bridge?

This wasn't an accident. That's what I knew for sure. How can such a good-looking man want to throw his life away?

Though, something like this wasn't just spun automatically. The thought of suicide must've been premeditated. The lingering thoughts must've been strongly prolonged, that suddenly he came to this conclusion.

The clicking from the door opening and left ajar brought me out of my thoughts. I stood up and turned around to be welcomed by a slap to the face. I shrunk back some to press my hand to my throbbing cheek and then turn my face to the victim who's about to be paralyzed in both their hands. Low and behold, an elderly Korean woman in a hospital gown came into my vision. Her beautiful jet black hair brushed to one side on her shoulder shone prettily.

For an old lady, she looked pretty good. However, as soon as her mouth opened all that went out the window.

The only words I picked up in Korean with her yelling were, "Heart" and "Wrecker". Besides that, I was on my own. I guess her yelling means she wants me to leave. Though slapping me wasn't flipping necessary! I sigh and gather my purse to escape from this hospital room.

Unfortunately, she blocked my path with a stern gaze. "You woman," She said with a heavy accent while pointing at me. "Broke. Son."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Pardon?" I express dumbfounded.

She lifted her index finger up, gesturing me to stay put before she exited the room in haste.

I sigh and shake my head. Why am I even staying put in the first place? First, I get slapped randomly and now some stranger is giving me orders? The same stranger that SLAPPED me?

I turn my head towards unconscious David Park. "I swear I'm only here for you."

"Really?" A deep silky voice spoke behind me.

I turn around to meet a middle aged man with a smirk on his face. A lab coat hugging his frame and the hairstyle on his head stood out as he walked closer to me, a clipboard in one hand and a pencil in the other.

I smile politely. "I meant that towards Mr. Park."

"Ah." The doctor replied. His English was very easy to understand. Almost too perfect. However his accent still grasped the vowels and consonants. "So I take it you're Mr. Park's partner?"