Chanyeol's POV

My manager came into the room looking distressed. He looked around and rushed over to me. "Hey...I think you should know something."

I looked up from my guitar. "Yeah?"

"Aemi's in the hospital."

Aemi's POV

I remember waking up to my head hurting. A lot. I heard whispers around me, and my whole body ached.

My eyes slowly opened and I groaned. "Wha..." I recognized the room as the hospital, with an IV drip connected to my arm.

A doctor was standing next to me. "Good you're awake. Please rest, some of your friends are here."

I looked to where the doctor gestured and saw that most of EXO was standing there. Chanyeol was sitting right next to me holding onto my hand.

"Guys...what happened?" I thought back to before I arrived here. Ah, I was hit by a car. But why were 12 famous idols standing in my room?

"Some drunk bastard hit you head on." Sehun replied.

One side of my head was wrapped in something and hurt quite badly. "What...what are the injuries??"

"We don't know yet. But don't worry about that too much Aemi-ah." Chanyeol said. "Why didn't you go to your dorm?"

"I had a fight with Rina." I said before laying my head back down on the pillow. "All this shit is her fault."

The members exchanged glances at each other.

"About that..."

"Someone else said that they stole the money. She's the one getting kicked out."

I looked up. "No way...Rina was the one who stole it though! Why would she do that?!"

"I don't know either...but we should thank her."

I sighed. "I can't believe this. She kicked herself out of SM basically..." I buried my hands in my face.

"How are you feeling?" Chanyeol asked.

"Fine I guess. My head hurts like hell and I'm worried that my injuries are severe."

At the moment, the doctor walked in and sat down, the room getting quiet.

"So...doctor, are my injuries bad? Can I go back to training?" I asked him.

"Well, miss I'm afraid that the impact of the car tore your left calf muscle. It's a compound fracture (very severe) and will take my time to heal. If my never heal even, but miracles can happen with rehab. There is minimum head damage, but you may feel quite painful pains in the left side of your head, and medicine is provided. We don't recommend training for at least 2 months." The doctor finally wrapped up his talk with a nod.

Those words were the last things I wanted to hear. I wanted to walk on both feet, and dance. I wanted to debut soon. This was a huge setback for me.

"So, it...might never heal??"

"There is a chance, yes."

I sighed and put my face in my hands. "You've got to be kidding me. There's nothing we can do? Can we replace my leg??"

"That's not a good idea Aemi-"

"We'll have to amputate your leg and replace it with a prosthetic one, so we don't recommend it with the cost and everything. We just need to lightly work on your leg until it heals."

The work I've done to debut was all gone now.

I had no hope.

The doctor left the room and I sat ok the bed staring off into the distance.

Chanyeol put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Aemi."

"It's...not your fault at all." I said sadly. "I guess maybe it's fate telling me I shouldn't become an idol."

"No. Dreams are meant to be followed. I have hope that you'll recover and debut. Trust me Aemi." Chanyeol smiled.

I sadly smiled at him back. "Thank you, Chanyeol."

EXO shifted uncomfortably in their standing spots.

"So..."

"Get a room you guys!"

"I think he wants us to leave."

"PDA (Public Display of Affection) IS PROHIBITED RIGHT NOW! CODE RED CODE RED!"

EXO dashed out of the hospital room in one group and left the two of us alone.

Chanyeol pinched the bridge of his nose. "They were supposed to make you feel better."

I laughed. "They're funny. Thank you for making me feel better Chanyeol."

"So what now?"

"I don't know." I sighed. "I guess, I can't really train anymore."

"Will you go back to your studies? I'm worried about you now."

"Don't worry. I'll find my way." I said.

"Hey, I know this is a sudden question, but it's been on my mind lately. What happened to your mother?"

Oh.

I looked down to my hands.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Chanyeol assured.

"No, I'll talk about it. She passed away due to lung cancer. She was a smoker."

>Flashback<

A few weeks after the fansign incident, my mother was in the hospital fighting lung cancer. But I didn't know.

Until the day she was already gone.

"Appa? Where's eomma?" I asked, standing in the doorway in front of our house.

"You...you didn't know?" He asked me.

"What? I didn't know what? Where's mom?"

"Aemi...eomma passed away."

My chest heaved up and down and the world spun around me. I stood there, feeling numb, not even registering that my dad had stepped forward and engulfed me into a hug. "Eomma...is dead?"

Appa nodded and smoothed my hair. "I'm sorry. I was selfish, I didn't even tell you. I was too caught up in the moment. It was too late. That's why, I haven't talked to you. I don't want to face you, I'm so sorry. Aemi-ah, I'm so sorry." He breathed.

"Appa..." I muttered with tears streaming down my cheeks.

Dad stepped back and went into the house. He reappeared with a box in his hands, wearing a sad smile. "Aemi...eomma gave this to you."

I shakily took the box from his hands. Without saying a single word, I turned on my heels, walking away from him.

It hadn't fully registered in my brain until I reached home.

I was torn apart. I screamed, I cried. I threw my stuff, punching everything, breaking everything.

I threw myself onto my bed, cuts from pieces of shattered glass on my arms, but I didn't care. I was so dumb.

There were so many things I could've done with her. Told her. But the last moment we ever had together was that fight. I could've listened to what she wanted me to do. I could've made her happy, her last moments happy before she passed away.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat there, not knowing what to do next. I reached over and grabbed the box, placing it on my lap and opening the top. I was greeted with letters and other belongings of my mother. I read the very first letter, sitting on top.

Dear Aemi,

Aemi, my last moments of this life are coming. And I just want you say that I'm sorry.

Tears fell from my eyes once again.

I wish I was a better mom. I wish I supported your decisions and accepted your mistakes. I wish I could turn back time, but I can't. I wish I told you how much I loved you everyday.

I stopped reading the letter and put it back into the bin, not wanting to read any more. It was too much. I sobbed in my hands. I had nobody.

Regret. It was what tore me apart.