"Dad, hurry! She's losing blood!" 

"We're almost there! Keep holding on, dear!"

"Why are we taking so long, dad?" 

"I don't know, Mi-ra, I don't... know." 

The two hold onto Su-na, as she whimpers, coughing up blood and mucus. Her daughter wails in the ambulance, sitting beside her, the grip on Su-na's skirt trembling and wavering. She looks at her father, who has his bloodied hand intertwined with Su-na's. 

"Dad, please! Do something!" Mi-ra cries, her whines mingling with the siren of the ambulance. 

"Hey, baby, hold on a little longer. We're almost there..." her father's voice is underlined with urgency. 

Su-na looks at him, her vision blurry and spotted, "Jisung?" 

"Yeah?" he instantly responds, putting his ear closer to her. 

"We... we are back here, I-I can feel it," she whispers, her breath shaky and hard to attain. 

"Where?" Jisung asks, a knot of confusion on his forehead. However, Su-na does not need to respond to his query, as the faintness of the sirens answers his perplexity. The vehicle pulls into the emergency unit of the hospital -- the place he renounced ages ago. 

Yet, the large, glowing letters at the top of the building taunt him, displaying the name he was once deeply attached to: MORNINGSTAR MEDICAL CENTER. 

The nurses deboard Su-na from the ambulance, and Mi-ra, their daughter, gets off as well, hurriedly following her mother's stretcher wherever they are taking her. Jisung, on the other hand, measures every step cautiously as he gets off, his eyes glued on the name board at the top, reading and rereading it.  

"Dad?" Mi-ra's voice snaps him out of a supposed trance, as he blinks, running after his wife and his daughter. The nurses trail her into the building, and as a doctor approaches them, Mi-ra cries, "Doctor, please help! My mom got into a really bad car accident!"

As Jisung catches up, a rush of dreadful nostalgia overtakes his senses. He knows that there is a crisis at hand, and that his wife is on the verge of passing away, and that his daughter is a crying mess, but voices and laughter, and tears and wails fill his ears as soon as he steps a foot into the air-conditioned hallway. 

"This..." he staggers forward, a determination to save his family somehow delayed, until his daughter shakes him out of his bubble of that dreadful nostalgia, "Dad! What are you thinking?" 

"M-Mi-ra?" Jisung breathes, and even though his shirt and hands are covered with Su-na's blood, he keeps a hand on his chest, "Where's your mom?" 

"The doctor took her into the ICU," she tearfully speaks, and Jisung wipes his hands on his pants to be able to cup her cheeks, the soon-to-be eighteen-year-old girl crumbling in his hold. 

He holds her close, his own heart crying at the dire situation, when someone walking toward them freezes. 

The man, a couple of years older than Jisung, stops right in his tracks, his breath hitching in his throat. He tugs onto his name tag: the coordinator of the nurses, Lee Minho -- and a fresh wave of nostalgia, painted in another hue of emotion, washes over him. 

He turns around, knowing better than to disturb a fifty-year-old crying man with his daughter, and he whips out his phone, dialing a number. 

A few rings later, the receiver picks up the call, "Hey, Minho. How are y-" 

"Chan, I found Jisung." 

"...What?"  

(a/n: OKAY OHMYGOD HI IM ACTUALLY DOING THIS 

I AM SO EXCITEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDD!!!~~ 

How was this? And to the readers of I Fell In Love With Hope -- if you understand some reference or find a resembling scene later in the book, PLEASE do not spoil it for the others!! 

Thanks for reading! I love you!)