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 I feel so tired but I can't give you up, my babe
If I have to let go now, I'd rather be dead, baby
The pointless argument ends yet again with a goodbyе
If this is the last of us, I might just die

-Miserable(You & Me)- HAN-

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They waited there for at least 2 hours, but those two hours felt agonizingly long. 

Finally, after what felt like an entire day, the door to the operating room swung open with a jarring sound. A doctor stepped out, her face etched with concern. The sight of her instantly drew Minho and Jeongin's attention.

"Hana Choi? Guardian of Han-"
She called.

"It's me. I brought her in."
Minho sprang to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. 
"Please—please, tell me she's okay."

The doctor took a deep breath, her expression a mixture of relief and residual concern.
"Hana is stable for now. We managed to address her immediate injuries, and she's out of critical danger. However, she's still in a delicate state. We need to monitor her closely for the next 48 hours to ensure there are no complications."

"Is s-she awake?"
Minho stammered.

"Can we see her?"
Jeongin added, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear.

The doctor nodded.
"You can visit her together for a short time, but only one of you can stay. She's heavily sedated and will be out of consciousness, but you can be with her."

"W-when will she wake up?"

The doctor sighed softly.
"It's hard to say exactly. She may be unconscious for several hours, or it could be longer. It depends on how her body responds to the medication and the trauma she's been through. I wish I could give you a more precise answer, but right now, it's important to focus on her recovery and give her the best chance to heal."

Minho and Jeongin exchanged a look, their shared concern evident.
They both nodded, taking in the doctor's instructions.

Minho and Jeongin exchanged a look and both nodded, taking in the doctor's instructions.

"Thank you," Jeongin said, his voice steadying slightly."

Minho and Jeongin followed the doctor down the corridor, their steps heavy with a mix of apprehension and hope. They reached Hana's room, the door gently opening to reveal the softly lit space.

Hana lay in the hospital bed, connected to various monitors and IVs. Her face was serene despite the circumstances, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign of life.

Minho and Jeongin approached her bedside slowly. Minho pulled a chair close and took Hana's hand in his, his fingers trembling as he held on tightly.

"She's going to be okay, Minho."
Jeongin whispered.

Jeongin stood on the other side of the bed, his eyes scanning Hana's face. He placed the letter gently on the bedside table, his heart aching with the weight of everything that had transpired.

"I'm never leaving you alone."
Minho whispered, caressing her hand.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

They'd been in the room for at least another 2 hours while Jeongin fell asleep on one of the couches after Minho convinced him to rest for a while, promising him that he'd wake him up once she is conscious.

Minho sat right beside Hana, holding her hand in his and his head leaning on her bed. 

"I'm sorry," He mumbled.
"I'm sorry I took whatever you told me to heart and listened to you when you pushed me away. Look where that got us."

His eyes grew heavy, and despite the uncomfortable position, he found himself succumbing to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Another hour or so goes by and distant noise woke Jeongin up from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes as he got up, now fully awake and looked over at Minho and Hana. Seeing Minho holding Hana's hand, and his head resting on the bed he walked over quietly and gently adjusted Minho's position to ensure he was more comfortable, but without disturbing him. He placed a blanket over Minho to shield him from the cold hospital air.

Jeongin then sat in the other chair, close enough to keep an eye on Hana while allowing Minho to rest. He kept his vigil, his gaze alternating between Hana's still form and Minho's peaceful but weary expression.

Finally, as if in response to Minho's quiet vigil, Hana's fingers twitched slightly, a subtle but significant movement. Jeongin's heart skipped a beat as he watched her face for any further signs of waking. Her eyelids fluttered, and though she did not fully open her eyes, the movement was enough to stir hope within him.

He gently shook Minho's shoulder, his voice a soft murmur.
"Minho, wake up. Hana's moving."

Minho stirred, blinking groggily as he slowly came to his senses.
His eyes widened as he saw the subtle changes in Hana's condition.

"Hana?" Jeongin's voice was hushed, filled with both hope and concern.

Hana's eyelids continued to flutter, and slowly, she began to open her eyes. They were cloudy and unfocused at first, but as she became more aware, her gaze shifted towards Minho and Jeongin. It was a weak and uncertain look, but it was unmistakably a sign that she was regaining consciousness.

Minho's heart raced as he watched Hana's gradual awakening. He gently squeezed her hand, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and emotion.

"Hana, can you hear me?" Jeongin asked softly.

Hana's eyes continued to struggle open, and she managed a faint, almost imperceptible nod. Minho's eyes filled with tears, but he forced himself to stay composed for Hana's sake.

"You're okay, you're going to be just fine."
Minho said, trying to get her attention.

Hana's gaze shifted slowly between Minho and Jeongin, her lips parting as if she were trying to speak. Her voice came out as a mere whisper, barely audible.
"Minho... Jeongin..."

The sound of her voice, though weak, felt comforting.
Minho's tears finally fell freely, his relief palpable.
"Yes, it's us. We're right here."

Hana's eyes fluttered closed again, and for a moment, Minho and Jeongin felt a wave of concern wash over them. But then, Hana's eyes opened once more, her gaze more focused now, though still clouded by the sedation and exhaustion.

Suddenly, a change in Hana's demeanor disrupted the fragile calm of the room.
Her breathing grew erratic, and her eyes, though still heavy-lidded, darted around wildly and she tried sit upright. Minho noticed the shift first and tightened his grip on her hand, his expression turning to one of alarm.

"Hana? What's wrong?"
 he asked urgently.
"Jeongin, doctor, now!"

Jeongin immediately ran out to call some doctor, any doctor.

Hana's face contorted with a mix of confusion and distress.
Her body started to tremble uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with a fear that seemed to pierce through the sedation's haze.

Hana's body began to thrash violently, her hand pulling away from Minho's grip. Her eyes were wild, filled with a mix of anger and despair. She started to hit the bedrails and swipe at the IVs and monitors attached to her, her movements fueled by an intense frustration.

"No! No! I don't want this!" Hana screamed, her voice raw and furious."
 "Get these off me! I don't want to be here!"

Minho rushed closer to her side, trying to restrain her movements gently.
"Hana, stop! You're hurting yourself!"

But Hana, overwhelmed by a wave of anger and desperation, tried to fight against the restraints and pulled at the tubes and wires. Her movements were reckless, driven by an intense frustration at her helplessness. She kicked at the bedrails and cried out, her voice cracking with rage.

"I didn't ask for this! I don't want be alive! Let me go!" she shouted, her face contorted with fury. "I'm a burden! I can't—"

"STOP HANA, PLEASE. Don't do this."
He said trying to stop her by pining her back to the bed.
"You need to calm down. You're going to hurt yourself!"

Hana's thrashing continued, her anger unabated. She hit the bedrails with a fierce energy, her frustration palpable. "I can't! I don't want this! Why can't you understand? I'm useless! Why did you save me?"

The noise attracted the attention of nearby staff, and soon the door swung open again. The nurse, along with the doctors Jeongin called, rushed in to help.

"Everyone, step back,"
 the nurse commanded as she approached Hana, her tone authoritative.
"We need to get her stabilized."

As soon as Minho let go of Hana, she sat up again, her movements frantic and desperate.

"You, hold her down."
One of the doctors told Minho urgently.

With trembling hands, Minho moved closer to Hana, his eyes were filled with tears already. As he positioned himself, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight, secure embrace. His body pressed against hers, not just to restrain but to offer the comfort and reassurance that he so desperately wanted to convey.

"Hana, please," Minho's voice broke with desperation as he hugged her tightly.
"You have to calm down. I'm right here with you. Please, don't fight this."

His arms were both firm and gentle, a blend of restraint and tenderness. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin, trying to soothe her with his closeness. Each of her frantic movements was met with his steady, calming presence.

"I need you to listen to me," Minho whispered urgently.
"We need you to stay calm. I can't lose you. You mean too much to me."

Jeongin, seeing Minho's raw display of affection and desperation, quickly moved to assist. He pinned down both of Hana's elbows, his touch meant to support Minho and add to the sense of solidarity.

"Hana, we're here for you," Jeongin said, his voice soothing and supportive.
"We're not going anywhere. Please, just breathe with us."

Minho's hold was a desperate blend of comfort and restraint, his arms wrapping around Hana as he whispered into her ear. "I'm so sorry for all of this. I just want you to be okay"

As the sedative began to take effect, Hana's struggling gradually subsided, her body relaxing into Minho's embrace. Her breathing, though still uneven, began to even out. The anger and desperation in her eyes started to fade, replaced by the exhaustion of the ordeal.

Minho continued to hold her close, his arms tight around her, offering both comfort and containment. He could feel her body slowly responding to the medication, her movements becoming less frantic.

Minho gently guided Hana back to the bed, his movements careful and tender. As he settled her into the soft sheets, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. His touch was soothing, his heart aching with every soft caress.

"I'll wait for you again," Minho murmured, his voice choked with emotion.
 "I'll be here when you wake up. Please, go to sleep."

He wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek, his fingers gentle as they traced the curve of her face. Hana's eyes, once so full of anguish, were now beginning to lose focus, the sedative pulling her into a deep, much-needed rest.

Minho's heart ached as he watched her struggle to stay conscious, the anger and pain in her slowly melting away. As Hana's breathing became steadier, her eyes drifting closed, Minho continued to hold her hand, his grip firm yet gentle.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few hours after the intense and emotional scene in the room, the atmosphere had shifted to a more subdued but hopeful state. Minho and Jeongin had remained by Hana's side throughout, their exhaustion palpable but overshadowed by worry. 

As they relaxed, until someone barged in through the door, Minho was still seated next to Hana's bed, his eyes red from lack of sleep and emotional strain. He looked up as Seungmin walked in, his face reflecting a mix of relief and fatigue.

Seungmin burst into the room, his face flushed and eyes wide with concern. He quickly scanned the scene, taking in Hana's still form and the visibly exhausted friends by her side. His breath came in short, sharp bursts as he took in the gravity of the situation.

"What happened?"
Seungmin's voice was edged with panic as he approached Minho and Jeongin.

Jeongin immediately moved to him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Hana's text, you called—hospital. What—No, what's going on? Tell me."
Seungmin fumbled with his words.

"I'll tell you everything. Just breathe for now,"
Jeongin said gently, guiding Seungmin to Hana's bedside.

Seungmin, still visibly shaken, sat down next to Hana's bed, his eyes fixed on her serene face. The tension in his shoulders began to ease slightly as he took in the sight of Hana

Seungmin nodded, his eyes darting between Minho and Hana. He sank into a nearby chair, his body trembling slightly as he tried to process the reality of the situation. 

"I came as soon as I could. I left immediately when Jeongin called me."
Seungmin directed to Hana.

He looked at her body hooked up to the machines and IV, tracing the wires back to her while his gaze fell on Hana's hand, which was wrapped in gauze.  

"Why is her hand wrapped up?"
Seungmin confusedly asked.

Jeongin looked dropped his head to his palms. His voice was muffled and strained.
"I don't know how to explain."

Minho, still holding Hana's hand, stared blankly at the floor, his exhaustion evident in his hollow gaze. "She tried," he said quietly, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

"You're being vague."
He said shaking his head, trying to push out his thoughts.

"It's exactly what you're thinking. She tried to... end it."

The weight of Minho's words hung heavily in the room. Seungmin's eyes brimmed with tears, his frustration and heartbreak coming to the surface.

"Why? You could have talked to me, talked to any of us?"
he directed towards Hana, his voice cracking. In his anguish, he slammed his fist against the side of the bed, the impact causing a sharp, echoing sound in the quiet room.

"Read this."
Jeongin handed him the letter.

Seungmin took the letter from Jeongin with trembling hands, his face a canvas of grief and confusion. He unfolded it carefully, his eyes scanning the words written in Hana's familiar handwriting.

Seungmin's eyes welled with tears as he read the final lines, where Hana expressed her love for her friends, her regret for the pain she had caused, and her desire to finally find peace. The letter ended with a poignant plea for them to forgive her, even as she struggled to forgive herself.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

As Seungmin finished reading, he felt a mixture of profound sorrow and anger. The letter had laid bare the depth of Hana's suffering, and he was left grappling with the realization of how much she had been struggling alone.

He looked up from the letter, his eyes red and filled with pain. "I didn't know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had no idea she felt this way."

Minho's shoulders slumped as he continued to hold Hana's hand, his own grief evident.
"We all failed her in some way," he said, his voice cracking.
"We should have seen the signs, reached out more, done something."

Jeongin placed a comforting hand on Seungmin's shoulder.
 "It's not about blame," he said gently.
"It's about being here for her now. She's going to be fine."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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a/n: we're already at chapter 32???
i have so many plans for it, i guess its gonna be a long book

I LOVE YOU
YOU ARE LOVED
YOU'RE PERFCT
YOU'RE YOUTIFUL
(aggressively holds you by your shoulder and shaking it so it sinks in)