my first ever thing for a.c.e, i'm really excited because i love a.c.e and i love junhee so much :(((
i had no ideas what to do, so i used a prompt generator. this is slightly out of my comfort zone, i'm not good with angst, but i hope to improve!
also... i love medical stuff. like a lot. so i wanted to include it.
note: thank you to my lovely girlfriend for helping me with this! seriously i don't think i could've finished this without her help
prompt: "____ throwing up blood and grabbing their s/o, terrified and begging them not to let them die."
warnings: death, blood, hospitals, mentions of gunshot wounds and car accidents at the beginning
genre: angst, fluff at the end
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don't let me die
you worked as a nurse at the local hospital. you worked in the trauma bay of the emergency room. everyday somebody came in, at the brink of death. you lived near a city, so you saw it often. car accident victims, gunshot wounds, you've seen it all. however, you did not expect today's patient whatsoever.
your soon-to-be husband, junhee.
covered in blood, face battered and bruised.
you failed to hold back a gasp as you saw his state. you looked as if you'd seen a ghost.
he was currently unconscious, but his breathing was stable.
as soon as the paramedics had him set up in his room, you rushed in there. it took all of your strength to keep your composure as you looked at him. you did all of his vitals, checked his blood pressure, everything. he didn't look good at all. you examined him from head to toe, checking his wounds and seeing how many would need to be cleaned and stitched up.
you barely ate later on at dinner, but you knew you'd feel like shit later if you didn't. you forced the food down, before rushing back to your patient. when you arrived back to his room, you were shocked at what you returned to. he was wide awake, shaking uncontrollably.
"junhee?"
"y-y/n?"
he looked over at the entrance of his room, and once he laid eyes on you, he couldn't contain himself, tears started flowing freely as he spoke. you ran over, holding him close.
"please don't let me die, y/n. please. i'm begging you. i can't die before we get married."
you teared up at his words, holding him as close as you could without hurting him or bumping his wounds. you stroked his hair, trying to help him steady his breathing.
after he calmed down, he started to speak to you about what happened.
"i was going to the grocery store to buy you flowers. i got mugged by a gang." his voice breaks at the end, and he looks away from you, completely silent. you tear up at his words, holding tightly onto his hand. he unexpectedly starts to cough up blood, and you panic. you grab one of the little green bags for vomit, holding it under his mouth as you call for a doctor.
once the doctor rushes in, you're taken out of the room to regain your composure by another nurse. you're very apologetic towards her for losing your control like that. you sit with her for a few moments, and then you see him rushed out of the room and you just sit there, helpless. the doctor comes out a moment later.
"he has internal bleeding. we have to do something about it immediately."
the rest of the night was a blur. your shift ended early, so you went home. sleeping would be hard. your bed which was normally accompanied by your lover would be empty and cold. the moment you got home, you fell to your knees, crying uncontrollably. you couldn't hold it anymore. seeing him in that state, unable to help him, you were helpless. you were a nurse, you did this stuff everyday, why was it different seeing him there?
next day
you arrived to work, and you were absolutely drained. you had gotten very little sleep, probably only an hour or two. your desk had flowers on it. curious, you read the note, to which you smiled to yourself.
dear y/n,
sorry for causing so much trouble. i'm glad i finally got you these flowers.
-junhee
you set the note down, signing into the computer and dropping your bag off, before going to his newly-assigned hospital room. it wasn't your duty to watch him or take care of him, but you wanted to see him anyway. fuck your boss. you went up to his floor. it was the 4th floor. you walked down the hall to his room, and you saw him on his phone. he looked completely different than yesterday. smiling, you knocked on the door and walked in.
"y/n! i'm so happy to see you..." he held his hand out towards you, and you held it tightly in yours. "i'm so happy to see you, too. you scared the shit out of me, you know." you kissed the back of his hand and giggled. "thank you for the flowers, by the way."
"you're welcome. it took a lot of effort to get them... i also ordered you pudding, did you eat that?"
"pudding? i saw no pudding."
"i swear to god, if yuchan ate that pudding i'm going to-"
then, here comes the maknae, holding the precious pudding junhee ordered you. "hi guy-"
"you... you ate the pudding. that i ordered for them. i swear to god when these ivs are out of my arm i am going to punch you."
