〈 ☼; HOSPITAL

@k. jiyong [ SORRYYYY THIS IS VVV LATE - AND LAME. DON'T WORRY. I'LL REPLY FASTER BC HELL WEEK IS ENDING SOON OTL ]

The restaurant looked, from Jessica's parking spot, about the same as it had the last time she'd been there. It was a huge space, with high beamed ceilings and eclectic decor. Jessica went there on occasion but today happened to be different. She took one last look at herself at the rear-view mirror, checking if she looks alright as she drew a breath before stepping out of the car.

Walking her way over to the entrance, she immediately felt the cold wind, while the moon bathed the earth with its luminous glow. The man outside the door gave her a small smile as he opened the door for her. Jessica returned the smile as she said her thanks, before a woman assisted her to a table for two. She sat down on a chair, looking around the place, thinking that it looked like she was still on the early side. The woman soon asked her if she would like to order. "Not yet, I'll order once my friend arrives. Thank you." The woman bowed her head before assisting another people in the entrance. Jessica waited patiently for Jiyong.

It didn't take long for a different waiter to notice her existence once again. He walked up to Jessica and asked her if she wanted to order, but all she could do was shake her head no. "I'm still waiting for someone." The waiter nodded as he walked away. Her hopes were dashed when she was realizing that Jiyong isn't going to show up. It was quarter to 8 when she left her home ands it's already a little bit past 9.

Disappointment was written all over her face as she stood up, leaving a dollar on her table before walking past the woman that assisted her, giving her a tight smile. She looked ahead, her feet dragging her to her car, trying to figure out what to do, whether text him or call him. Half of her says she should, but half of her says she shouldn't.

Jessica found herself sitting inside her car after her mind debated, she looked around while her fingers tapping her steering wheel filled the silence. She was about to turn on the engine when the phone on the passenger sit lit up. She grabbed it and saw it was a call from a number she recognized. Jessica felt her hand tighten on the steering wheel. This was what she'd been afraid of, getting stood up. "Now why is he calling me after not showing up..." She muttered to herself before answering the call, and put to her ear. The first thing she heard was his voice saying her name. "I am currently on my car, and about to leave the restaurant. And do you really think that getting stood up is okay?" Jessica was too furious to think of Jiyong's condition right now, but she wanted an explanation. "I should be the one who is asking that question. Where are you?"

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@j. jessica [sRY THIS IS VV L8 M8 -- but it's long so hopefully it makes up for the tardiness (?)]

It was a familiar stench that filled the air, with a cold breeze that passed by. The stench, although familiar, was not in the least comforting. The fact that it was familiar may have caused it to be the least comforting, and a bit sad. The air was cold, but not a stifling cold much like outside in the fall evening, but rather a chilly cold, one might feeling from an air conditioner that finds an opening under your shirt and freezes your lower back. Almost unbearable to be in, as if the air was suffocating very slowly, and your lungs clench for an air that would not kill, and your heart would not clench.

The reason why this feeling is all too familiar to Kwon Jiyong, is because he's been in this hospital before. The hospital, full of hopeless dreams of life and the stench of lost souls, hopes of recovery and the stress of staying alive. While the part that Jiyong was in was certainly not that sort of air, he knew that the stench would slowly circulate to any area of the large building, bringing pessimistic thoughts as well as the flashbacks of when the sickness was no longer there. Jiyong was in the "you're-important-but-you're-not-gonna-die" part of the building, there were constantly people groaning in agony or not moving at all except for the harsh breaths of their lungs being rolled in on stretchers. Even though Jiyong was in privacy, the nurses has insisted on leaving the doors opened, and letting some air in. Jiyong could see each paitient coming in, one after another, seeing the serious doctors and nurses, the painful sight of the pairient, and the families, friends, and maybe witnesses, running behind, with worried and solemn looks on their faces.

Jiyong was not as worried as he could be. He knew that everything was alright within his own little bubble, they had said half an hour ago that everything will be alright. A few nights in the hospital, and everything will be normal, as if normal wasn't walking around feeling burdened and having to get back on two feet once more. But, he wasn't the one that carried this burden, not him, but his brother. Kwon Dayong, a professional athlete that has been overworking himself to the point where he broke his ankle and knee, his bones brittle from being worked too hard. Jiyong knew this all too well since this is not the first time his brother had done something like this, it is possibly around the fifth time. Jiyong was initially worried that his brother may never play again, and that seemed to be the only thing his brother found worth living for these days, and in a way, Jiyong was actually torn between worrying about his brother never playing again, or hoping he never would. For now, only time will tell.

But as his mind circled with his own thoughts, he brother sleeping peacefully in his bed and Jiyong sat in a blue cushioned chair (though it wasn't comfortable in the slightest) the nurse had walked in.

The nurse was a pretty woman, most likely older than the 28-year-old Jiyong, with short black hair and a wide smile plastered along her pale face. "Did you eat dinner yet?" She asked, her voice light and all the while polite, but not affectionate as if this was part of a script she did not enjoy. Jiyong opened his mouth to answer no, as his stomach as been growling at him since his brother had been told he would leave in two days, after it stopped cramping from the stress, Jiyong had been reminded of his dinner plans. He had set up a "Dinner Date" with one of his friends, an important friend and one of the first he had made in the town he lived in that was three hours away from the hospital... Jiyong suddenly stood, his feet and legs going numb and his head woozy from the sudden rise, he did not buckle but stood straight. "!" Jiyong didn't know whether or not the hospital was a place to swear in, but he did anyways. "I've got to -- I've got to call her!" Completely disregarding the nurse and possibly waking his brother up, Jiyong raced out the door and grabbed his phone. The service in there was already horrible, and he had to stand out side the hospital to get the service required to actually talk to someone.

Once outside the busy hospital, Jiyong quickly pulled out his phone, dialling a number not to unfamiliar, he put it to his ear and in a lot of air, his adrenaline declining and the heat from running going away, it was pretty cold outside for a night in the middle of November. "Jessica!" He exclaimed once the ringing had stopped. "Where are you? Are you okay?"

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