The familiar white ceiling of the hospital room is the first thing she saw the moment she opened her eyes after a half-day sleeping inside the operating room. Her eyes wandered, gently grasping on the white blanket that covers her body.
The subtle beeps from the machine attached to her body reached her ear. Does it mean the transplant is successful? She doesn't know. She closed her eyes again, still feeling hazy because of the fluids they injected inside her body in order to keep her alive while undergoing operation.
The door silently went open and a man in mid-twenties approached her. With tears in his eyes, he refrained himself from creating a noise. She can feel the presence of the man but her body is still too tired and weak that she can't open her eyes for now again.
The tubes attached to her body, especially the ones inside her mouth, are helping her to breathe properly. She slowly moved her fingers and the man shifted his gaze to look at it. He didn't dare to hold nor touch her. He doesn't know if he will be able to accept the fact that she is no longer alive.
He turned his back on her and went out of the room. He looked at the name of the patient on the wall and it said, "Hasegawa Fuyu."
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Memories of An Old Lane.
FanfictionYamasho × OC. Alternate Universe. Medical Plot. "You only love me because I'm the person who got your past girlfriend's heart." Tears rolled down on her cheeks. She clutched on her left chest as her heart was aching. No, it's not her heart. She jus...
