˚₊✩‧₊ [ 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐢𝐱 ] hurry, get to her

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TW: blood, hospital

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TW: blood, hospital.

THE coach at the other side of the rink quickly dialed an ambulance, the young athletes doing their best to aid chaeyoung.

they supported her up from her position on the cold ice, her legs shook and so did her hands. they guided her to a bench, one of the younger ones quickly changing the girl's skates back to her sneakers.

coach choi pressed a cloth to her bleeding palm, dialing a digit in her phone with her free hand. "sir! hello, uhm" her voice trembled as she spoke, "chaeyoung sliced a part of her palm with the blade from her skate," she informs him without much sugarcoating.

although after she said those words, she wished she had, for the sake of the frantic man on the other line.

"it's bad, i'm not going to lie to you sir.." her voice still quivered.

hyunwoo left everything he was doing in a heartbeat, scaring his older son who sat in the living room confused as to why his father looked as if zombies had taken over the city.

he had been watching too much 'all of us are dead' by this point.

"dad! what's going on? why do you look so pale?" he reached to his father, who currently was being told the direction of the hospital over the phone.

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