Her Home, His Heart | ✓

☆*✿SEVENTEEN (17)❀*★

♪♪ Just 'cos I predicted

This doesn't it make it any easier to live with

And what's the point of knowing it

If you can't change it. ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ[To be human] - [Sia]

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In the frightful atmosphere of the pale white-painted hospital room, the only sound that heard was the beeping sound of the ECG and the tapping sound of Kian's feet on the white-tiled floor as he paced around with his muscles rigid and his fist clenched.

The prominent bright white light that shone in the room caused him a raging headache and his hand flew to his head hoping to ease it only to touch the bandage that wrapped around it. He winced at the slight pain he felt.

Kian groaned and dropped his hands. The pungent smell of antiseptic that had once brought a sense of calm to him, sent a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Stop pacing!" Petra's voice rang out into his train of thoughts.

Kian abruptly stopped pacing and turned to her direction. His eyes locked onto the petite figure of Esmé that lay down on the hospital bed unconscious beside where Petra sat, her rigid hands holding onto Esmé's hands.

"It's not h... helping, o... kay? So please stop it." Her voice trembled like the rest of her body had done most of the time the ambulance had brought both of them to the hospital. She took a deep breath in to calm herself down. "You're a patient yourself, Kian. So sit down."

He shook his stiff neck. Sitting down and being calm at that moment was not an option for him. "I..."

A groan from Esmé's direction snapped both their attention to her. Esmé stirred and Kian moved closer to the bed on instinct as she opened her eyes to take in the room.

"Esmé?" Petra called out and drew Esmé's attention to her direction. Petra's breath hitched as Esmé's eyes landed on her before they registered recognition. Petra moved to help her sit up carefully.

Esmé squinted at Petra and the guarded eyes that watched her. "Petra?" she said in a soft voice.

Petra chuckled shakingly and bobbed her head up and down in relief. The tears she had held onto in terror rolled down her eyes. "Yes. It's me."

Kian released a jittery breath he hadn't realized he was holding at the recognition. He wasted no time to leave the room to get a doctor since he was a patient himself.

Esmé's hand moved to her head at a slight ache she felt. Petra stopped her hand mid-air with a gentle smile.

"Take it easy. You're fine."

"Miss Esmé?" A fierce male voice called out to her.

Esmé turned her head to the opposite direction of Petra to find out who had called her. She recognised his plum body build along with his full white beard and his black hair with minor grey strokes, in the place of his suit was a long white doctor's coat.

"Chairman Hudgens?" she said as she felt Petra's relaxed posture change by her side.

Hudgens turned his thin lips up to give her a small comforting smile that stood in contrast to his stoic facial expression. "Yeah, I know it might seem weird to have me as your doctor, but since Kian is also a patient, I had to step in," he explained, corking his head to the side where Kian stood.