Her breath came out in shaky gasps, her bare feet picking up against the cold concrete of the emergency staircase. She was a sweaty mess, once styled hair sticking to her face and neck in messy rivulets as she limped down the stairs, the skirt of her silk dress bunched up between fingers that clutched her shoes and phone. She could feel the blood from the gash on her leg seep through the fabric, staining the once pristine peach cloth with a horrid shade of crimson. the blood ran down her leg, down her calves and leaving bloodied footprints on the floor. Three more floors, and she'd find help. Her vision blurred and she had to force herself to pause to rid her of the lightheadedness. She counted three breaths and the rush began again, as best as she could with a wounded leg and adrenaline rushing in her heart.
A deafening silence fell over the floor as she burst through the doors, gaze fixated on her in horror. She knew exactly what she looked like, the mess comparable to the perfect young lady she was just mere hours ago. She let out a sigh of relief, allowing herself to close her eyes for a moment.
"Sungah, where have you been?"
Lee Sungah heard someone speak but before she had time to reply, the words dying on her tongue, the darkness took over her. The grip on her shoes and phone loosened, crashing to the marbled floor of the hall with a loud thud just as her legs gave out and she fell to the cold floor, unconcsious.
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