˚₊✩‧₊ [ 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 ] hold my hand

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TW: hospital

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SUNGHOON practically jumps from his seat as soon as he parks the car and turns it off, yeji following close behind. shortly after, they arrive at a desk where a nurse sat attending to phone calls.

"hello, do you have any information about where lee chaeyoung is?" he asks politely but drums his fingers against the desk in anxiety, awaiting her answer.

the nurse, who held a very big resting bitch face, puts her hand up in stop, as the phone in front of her started ringing again. sunghoon scoffs and puts his head back in disbelief. yeji crossed her arms, clearly upset.

after exchanging words with the person on the line, the woman hung up and finally spoke up.

"she's over there. in the emergency rooms." she points to the beds with curtains that were behind them. he looked for chaeyoung with his eyes, some of the patients who rested in those beds were wailing and shouting, but some were relaxed. there was only one patient who had the curtain closed though, so he presumed it was her.

he sprinted there and opened the curtain. spotting a distressed-looking coach choi, and chaeyoung passed out on the bed, her arm extended on some sort of table, with her wound out in the open. when the coach spotted him, she stood up, "sunghoon!"

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