Chapter Twenty Five

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I wake up with Jisung's head on my leg and him still holding my hand. He's still asleep.

I smile as I look at him.

He's so cute when he's sleeping. I'm glad he's resting.

I run my fingers through his hair.

The nurse comes in and asks me how I'm feeling.

I tell her I'm feeling better and that I'm just sore.

She tells me that once the doctor comes in that I should be able to go home.

I thank her and she leaves.

I want to tell Jisung but I don't want to wake him up.

The doctor walks in tells me that I'm free to go.

I call Chan to see if someone can come pick me up.

He says he's on his way and I hang up.

"Jisung?"

I get no answer.

"Jisung wake up baby."

He moves a little.

"Baby I'm getting to go home please wake up."

He looks up at me.

"Good morning Kit."

"Good morning Jisung."

"We have to get ready Chan is on his way. They are letting me go home."

"Really?"

He sits up and looks at me excited.

"Yes."

I smile at him.

He kisses my cheek.

"Well lets get you ready to go then y/n."

Jisung helps me sit up on the side of the bed.

"What happened to my clothes from the day I got here?"

"They were covered in blood y/n. They hospital threw them away."

"I'm sorry Jisung. I ruined your shirt that I was wearing."

"No you're fine. Don't be sorry about a shirt y/n. Your life is more important than a stupid shirt."

"Okay. Well what am I supposed to wear home?"

"I brought some sweat pants and shirt of mine for you to wear."

He goes to the closet and pulls out a bag.

He grabs the clothes out of it and sits them on the bed beside me.

"Thank you Jisung."

"You're welcome y/n."

He smiles at me.

"Can you untie my gown for me?"

"Sure."

He gets behind me and unties my hospital gown.

I slide it off.

Jisung starts staring at me.

"What is it Jisung?"

"This is the first time I've seen your body since he attacked you."

He touches my back.

He walks around and stands in front of me.

He is still staring at me and a tear rolls down his cheek.

I reach my hand up and wipe the tear off his face.

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