Chapter 27

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*Mackenzies pov

If anyone should feel guilt it is me. Yoongis whole life has been turned upside down because of me!
He's lost his mother, his relationship with his father, one of his close friends is injured and his cousin could still die, all because of me!!
We arrive back at the hospital and enter the emergency department.

"I need to see Mr Min" Yoongi says to the receptionist

"..... and you are?" She questions

"His cousin, employer, best friend! Take your pick, just tell me where he is please"

"Take the lift to the 6th floor, the staff there can show you to him from there. I will call up and let them know you are on your way up"
Yoongi turns and walks away toward the lifts without a word.

"Gamsahamnida" I say with a smile, hoping I have infact thanked her as intended, rather than something else entirely! I follow behind and enter the lift also. Yoongi tells me what the receptionist said.

When we exit the lift a Dr is waiting to escort us to Jag-eun. He and Yoongi are in full and rapid discussion immediately as they continue to move toward Jag-euns location.
I fall back and sit on a chair, the guilt I feel threatening to consume me. I can't breath properly, I'm dizzy, the room spinning as I try to process all that has happened in less than a week.
I make a decision there and then to leave, I can't cause Yoongi anymore pain, his life so much simpler last week before me and my dangerous baggage arrived.
I get back into the lift and head back downstairs, finding my way back to the car and using a translator app on my phone I ask the driver to take me to the police station. He nods, and opens the car door for me.
We arrive soon afterwards at the station, and I again use the app to thank him, and to tell him to return to the hospital, I have to give a statement. He bows and turns to leave.
I approach the front desk and give my name, and ask to speak to an officer. The duty officer blinks rapidly at me, raises his finger and turns to shout "English?" into the room behind him. The kind policewoman from earlier appears and smiles, beckoning me forward as the duty officer opens the door of his glass fronted booth for me.

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