Until the End | SB19 Sejun [SB19 Series Prequel]

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Sejun's POV

I munched on a hotdog bun at 7/11, patiently waiting for Gab's shift to finish. She was assigned to the Obstetric wards today and it's not something that she's particularly happy about.

"I really don't want to become an OB-GYN," Gab told me one time when I asked her why she was dreading her OB rotation.

"The smell of lochia and amniotic fluid," she started to say then shuddered. "I'm sorry, Pau. I can't talk about it. I was traumatized during my internship. I had to take a bath. Let's leave it at that."

I had chuckled and never asked about it again even though I have no idea what a lochia is. I googled it that night and I regretted being curious. Let's just say that I became squeamish when it came to body fluids.

Being with Gab taught me a few things. I've learned a lot about doctors in the few months of being in a relationship with one.

First, they're always on the go. I saw Gab walking to and fro on a charity ward while I was bringing her dinner at 8 PM. She said she was not able to sit down since 7 AM. She had been walking around for twelve hours, not able to rest or go to the bathroom. I felt so bad for her that I volunteered to rub her feet for ten minutes just to relieve her tired feet for a bit.

I don't even rub my own tired feet but I would gladly do it for her. The things that we do for love.

Second, they work crazy hours. Gab was on duty every 3 days and a duty day meant a 30-hour stay in the hospital. I fetched her after work and she cried, saying she wanted to shower so badly, that she felt so ugly. I disagreed. She was positively radiant to me, no bias there. She's prettiest when she's working and helping other people.

And, she did not smell bad. I know because I sniffed her. She smelled good.

Again, no bias there.

Third, doctors don't eat on time. I called Gab at 10 PM to ask her how her duty was going and she informed me that she was just about to eat dinner. I wanted to scold her, but then I realized I never knew what goes on in the hospital. I brought crackers and candies for her so she could have something to munch on next time.

I hate that she's not eating on time, or that she never gets to sleep when she's on duty. I can't imagine not sleeping for 30 hours. How does one survive? Are they even humans?

I did not know that Gab had to sacrifice so many meals and sleep just so she could reach her dream. She had to grind every day. The work kind of grind, not the, you know, dancing kind.

I've always asked if she needed anything. She only has two needs though- food and coffee. She claims that bringing food is already a big help to her but there are times when I feel like I have not done enough for her. I wanted to ease her burdens.

My sisters said I was becoming sappy. Mom would shush them and knowingly smile at me. Josh called me whipped. Stell would tease me in a sing-song voice and say, "Paulo is in loveee~."

Call me whipped or sappy. That's fine. Anything for Gab. And yes, Stell. I'm in love.

I think I've changed. I was becoming more patient. I had to. Gab was working crazy hours and she never gets weekends off. She does not have holidays off too.

I've asked her one time if she was okay after her duty. She told me, "I'm tired, Pau. But I could not see myself doing anything else. I have wanted to stop so many times ever since med school. But I know I would regret it if I'd quit. I love medicine, so I push even when I'm tired because this is what I want to do. This is where my happiness is."

I admired her for that. I admired her grit and I would agree with her too. There were so many times that I wanted to quit training but I knew I would regret it if I did not give my dreams a chance. Music is what I wanted to do. Music is where my happiness is.