Evergreen [✅] (ZhanYi)

PART FIVE

 Cold.

Wet.

Bo was suffocating from having the water entering his lungs; he was struggling for breath. Despite the fact that it was his intention to drown himself to the bottom of the steam and ended his miserable life, the human instinct for survival still kicked in fast. His arms and legs were thrashing, splashing the water, causing bubbles to encircle his body. Nevertheless, Bo suppressed the survival instinct and closed his eyes, letting go of everything.

And it worked.

Bo could no longer register anything around him. No more coldness. No more wetness. No more struggle.

Everything was calm and peaceful. 

A white ceiling came into view when Bo's eyelids upheaved, unveiling the darkness from his vision. Though it might be the same color as the ceiling in his house, this one was newer. It was cleaner and different.

"This can't be heaven, can it?" he asked himself in a hoarse voice, eyes still fixated on the ceiling.

"No," a deep, gentle voice answered Bo's rhetorical question.

Bo's eyes widened, and he began to look around. The moment he tilted his head to the right 一where the door was一 he saw an unfamiliar figure in a faded blue jean and a white T-shirt walking inside, carrying a small tray with a bowl of something that smelled like chicken porridge.

The man seemed to be a few inches taller than him but not that much older. Only when he came closer did Bo realize how gorgeous the guy was. His raven hair was down, covering the narrow forehead just above his thick eyebrows with a pair of deep-set brown eyes underneath. His cherry lips had the color of a healthy, natural red shade that complimented his white-skinned tone and oval face-shaped, uniquely when it was adorned by a cute mole just under the left lower lip.

"Who are you? What're you doing here?" asked Bo once the man came to a stop next to the bed.

"I'm your saver, and what I'm doing is saving your life," answered the man with a stern face, "And this is my house, so I don't think I need to explain to you what exactly I'm doing inside this building."

Bo brought his lips to shut and turned his head away. The thought that he was still alive did not bring him any joy. It contradicted all his intents and purposes.

"The name is Sean, by the way."

"I don't care," said Bo impertinently, before he turned his head back to face the man named Sean, "Why did you do it?"

"huh?" Sean arched his eyebrow at the sudden question.

"Who gave you the right to save me?"

"I'm a doctor. I save lives."