14th of March 2021
"Code Blue. 17th floor. VIP ward. I repeat. Code Blue. 17th floor. VIP ward "
A young lady somewhere on the 5th floor halted, taking time for the announcement to sink in. Glancing at her assistant, she puckered her eyebrows in confusion.
"Namjoon" She gasped before sprinting to the elevator, her heels ostentatiously clicking against the tiled floor.
She whisked her high heels off in the elevator and jogged barefoot. "What happened?" She queried, panting as she dashed into the VIP ward, passing six worried guys outside the room. Beads of perspiration dripped off her forehead as she neared the patient's bed.
"A ventricular fibrillation rhythm arose from arrhythmia and it's getting slower," the other doctor reported, looking at the lady worriedly.
"The blood pressure is dropping," the nurse announced after pushing a couple of keys on the monitor.
The young lady looked at Namjoon's still body and back at the other doctor. The ticking of the clock above the bed echoed in her ears reminding that time was slipping away quicker than sand and she needed to be quick to save the man who owned her heart. Without another word, she pushed her jet black hair out of her face and climbed on the bed, and tore open his shirt. "Bring the defibrillator," she ordered, planting her hands on his torso to perform chest compressions.
"One, two, three ..." she counted, pressing into his chest without missing the beat.
The monitor beeped, displaying flatline. She started panicking. "Bring the defibrillator quickly," she screamed, getting off of him while still performing the chest compressions.
She snatched the electric paddles and shoved it to the nurse to squirt the electrode gel onto the paddle from a thick tube. She rubbed the paddles together to spread the gel evenly and placed it diagonally on Namjoon's chest, on either side of his heart.
"One, two, three, shock." His body stayed still, not responding to the shock.
"Two hundred joules,"
"One, two, three, shock," she yelled, tears were now brimming in her eyes. Still no response.
The other doctor looked down at his wrist, "Time of death-"
"No, no, he is not dead, Namjoon, wake up, you can't do this to me, you promised me," she screamed, yelling her heart out as hot tears escaped her bloodshot eyes.
"Time of death, 16:07,"
The electric paddles dropped from her limp arms filling the room with a loud thud and causing a dent in the plain white tiled floor. Shaking her head, she mumbled incoherent words through her hands and choked on her sobs as slight hiccups erupted from her chest. Her feet darted out of the room to deny the reality, it was too much for her to take.
She flung open the door, the cold air hit her tear-stained face harshly reminding her it wasn't a dream. The six guys looked up at her in worry, a tall well-built man approached her with his rich deep voice, "What happened?" His lips quivered as his bushy eyebrows pulled down in a frown, his eyes turned glossy.
But instead of answering him, she held him by his collar, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Her shrieks resonated against the closed hallway. The man gulped, a tear slid down his cheek. He almost knew there was no more hope as soon as he saw her tear-stricken face but he wished for him to be wrong.
The color left the other men's faces at her outburst. Their worst nightmare had taken form, there was no more hope.
A flood of tears gushed down her ashen cheeks, "Didn't I tell you I want nothing to do with you all when I left Korea? Then why? Why did you bring him to me?"
She couldn't hold the heartbreak any longer and slumped to the floor next to the man's trembling legs in a bedraggled heap as her heartache cascaded in a tsunami of uncontrollable tears and sobs. Her white coat fanned beneath her knees as she hit the floor with a soft thump, letting her hair curtain her red face.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" Her hoarse voice echoed in the hollow passageway.