The Class Prince

Chapter 18 : The girl who couldn't love.

*Seulgi's pov*

My eyes flung open, waking up to the sound of rain violently pounding against the windows, droplets trailing down the glass like racing snails. I took in a deep breath and frowned at the loud nasal noise, realising that there was an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose which probably wasn't a very good sign. I turned to the side, my body stiffening at the sight of tubes and patches from multiple machines that were attached to my body. I took in a deep breath, trying to recollect my memories, but the throbbing pain around the back of my skull made it hard for me to think. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them as I finally remembered.

I was shot.

And that's when I really started to panic, trying to sit up. There was jolt of pain that coursed through my body as I tried to move, making it impossible for me to do anything else but lie down and internally panic. Then I heard the sound of someone mumbling and realised that I wasn't alone in the hospital room.

Irene was sitting on a wooden chair at my bed side, her cheek resting on her arms. I blinked, gazing at the serenity plastered on her face, oblivious to the physical world. Her eyelids and nose were slightly pink and I could tell that he had been crying, but seeing her next to immediately calmed my panicking mind and soothed my racing heart.

I wanted to wake her and see her cerulean blue eyes, wake her up to hear her calm, reassuring voice, wake her up to just be with her. I pursed my lips and decided to let her sleep, carefully adjusting the blanket that hung over her shoulder. I reached out and wrapped my hand around her, the warmth of her skin allowing me to finally close my eyes as my consciousness ebbed, my mind swirling into the world of dreams.

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It's been a week ever since that day. The doctors told me that that was the first time that I woke up from my coma. Irene hasn't come visit me since and despite my endless messages and calls, I didn't get a single reply. The only reason why I knew that she was still alive was because Jennie told me that she still came to school. I couldn't leave the hospital to go see her because I wasn't going to be released until another three days, having lost a dangerous amount of blood because of the bullet.

There was a knock at my door and my mom stepped in, walking towards me in her lab coat while holding a clipboard in one hand. She was one of the doctors who worked here, which is also one of the reasons to why I haven't tried to break out of the hospital.

"Hey sweety," she said, leaning towards me and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing better," I chuckled half-heartedly. "Apart from the nausea, the dizziness, the fact that my right arm is immobile and that I have to be accompanied by a stranger every time I have to go pee, everything's fine."

She raised a brow and I shifted my eyes to the side.

"Alright, what's wrong?" she sighed, pulling the chair to my bed side. "Why's mi hijo so upset, hm? Qué pasa?"

"Nothing mama," I mumbled.

"Is it because of Irene?" she asked but I didn't answer. "You know you weren't allowed to receive visitation until you woke up but I made an exception for her since she's your best friend. She'd come every single day, as soon as school ended and sometimes even spent the night. she even comes over to take care of Rover since she knows how much you love your dog."

"She did?" I asked in surprise. "But then... Why hasn't she come see me since? And why is she ignoring my messages."

"No lo sé," she frowned, gently brushing my hair away from my forehead. "Maybe she just needs some time, Seulgi. It's not easy seeing your best friend get shot and put in the hospital. You know, she was really upset the day you were brought to the emergency room, completely covered in blood after trying to stop your wound from bleeding."