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My Heart
Scenario:Хан и Минхо встерачились уже 4 года. У них было всё хорошо,они очень любили друг друга. Но в один день у Минхо обнаружили сердечную недостаточность. Уже как 7 месяцев он в больнице. Хан всёми возможными способами поддерживает его,не смотря на то что и самому очень плохо*
*Переписка*
Х:Минхооооо. Приветик,как дела?
М:привет котик. Всё хорошо😘😘
Х:а если я у врача спрошу?
М: сегодня снова заводили сердце. Было больно очень
Х: донора так и не нашли?
М: нет, не легко найти человека который хочет отдать своё сердце. Ты придёшь?
Х: конечно приду! Что-то купить?
М: можно только фрукты и каши всякие
Х:понял принял. Жди. Люблю тебя очень
М: и я тебя💋
*Конец переписки*
*Хан собрался, пошёл в магазин, купил любимых мандаринов Минхо*
*В больнице. Минхо сидел в палате и смотрел в окно, как тут кто-то постучал, дверь приоткрылась*
Х:корот
М:я так скучал!
*Ли подорвался с кровати*
Х: ей ей. Окуратно🤭
М: прости😅
*Оставшееся вечер, они сидели, смотрели фильм поедая мандарин. Хан лежал на груди Минхо.
На сегодня Джисон договорился с врачом чтобы остаться на ночь*
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Han Jisoo
deeply in love with him. He is supportive, caring, and resilient. Han has been by Minho's side through his illness, visiting him daily and trying to keep his spirits up. Despite his own struggles with health issues, he prioritizes Minho's needs and wellbeing. Han's love for Minho remains strong even in the face of adversity, showing his unwavering commitment to their relationship.
Jisung Park
helpful, and discreet. Jisung assists Han by allowing him to stay overnight with Minhwan occasionally. His actions demonstrate a willingness to support the couple during a difficult time while maintaining professional boundaries.
Minhwan Lee
struggling with heart failure. He is brave, grateful, and affectionate. Minhwan has been hospitalized for seven months awaiting a heart transplant. Despite his condition, he remains optimistic and appreciative of Han's support. His love for Han is evident in their interactions, and he cherishes every moment they share together. Minhwan's resilience inspires Han to stay strong for him.
Khan awoke to the sound of his phone vibrating on the nightstand.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a message from Minho.
Four years have slipped by since they began their courtship, and all was unfolding beautifully.
They loved each other with an intensity that could ignite the very stars in the night sky.
But one day, Minho suddenly lost consciousness.
After he was admitted to the hospital, it became evident that he was suffering from heart failure.
The doctor said that it would be difficult to find a donor, and he had already been in the hospital for seven months.
Every day, Khan would visit him and endeavored with all his might to lift his spirits.
M: Hello, sweetheart.
H: Lee!
Is everything okay?
M: The doctor was doing tests today.
H: What did they say?
M: They still haven’t found a donor.
Will you come?
H: Of course!
Should I bring something?
M: Only fruits and cereals are allowed.
H: Got it.
I love you!
M: I love you too.
Jisong quickly prepared himself, set out to the store, and purchased mandarins—Minho's favorite.
Then he called for a taxi and went to the hospital.
When he arrived, I knocked on the door and said, "Knock, knock." *Han entered the room and saw Minho* H: Coool M: Hanni *Minho rushed toward him with open arms* H: Hey, hey, hey, gently now 🤭 M: Sorry, I just missed you so much *The rest of the evening, they watched a movie, eating mandarins. Han lay on Minho's chest. He had arranged with the doctor to stay overnight.*
When he arrived, Minho was already asleep.
Khan leaned over the bed and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The doctor had said that Minho's condition was not stable, so he could not be disturbed.
So Khan sat beside him quietly, watching him sleep.
As the hours passed by, Khan began to feel uncomfortable.
He had drunk too much water before leaving home, and now his bladder was full.
But he didn't want to leave Minho's side.
He just wanted to stay there with him, holding him in his arms and feeling his warmth.
Finally, he couldn't hold it any longer.
He carefully shifted his weight off of Minho and extracted himself from their embrace.
The hospital room was dark except for the faint glow of the monitoring equipment, casting an eerie blue light over everything.
Khan's eyes adjusted slowly to the dimness as he stood up and stretched.
His bladder was screaming at him, and he knew he had to go to the bathroom right now.
As he turned to leave, a soft voice stopped him.
"You're not sneaking off without saying goodbye, are you?" Minho murmured, eyes half-open.
Khan chuckled softly, relief washing over him. "I wouldn't dream of it, love."
He leaned back down and kissed Minho's forehead.
"Go back to sleep. I'll be right back."
Minho nodded, already dozing off again.
Khan watched him for a moment, then turned and padded out of the room.
The hospital corridor was quiet, the only sound the steady beeping of machines and the occasional murmur of voices from other rooms.
Khan found the bathroom and took care of his business, feeling a little better afterward.
As he washed his hands, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
His eyes were dark and tired, his skin pale from lack of sunlight.
He sighed and rubbed his face, feeling the fatigue wash over him.
When he returned to Minho's room, he settled back into his chair beside the bed.
Minho was still sleeping peacefully, chest rising and falling with each breath.
Khan watched him for a while, listening to the rhythmic beeps of the heart monitor.
It was a comforting sound, like a lullaby. As he sat there, Khan felt his eyelids growing heavy.
He leaned back in his chair and closed them, letting out a deep breath.
The beeps of the monitor grew distant as he drifted off into sleep.
A light knock on the door roused Khan from his slumber.
He sat up with a start, rubbing his eyes as he looked around the room.
The night nurse stood in the doorway, clipboard in hand.
She smiled brightly at him despite the late hour.
"Sorry to disturb you," she said softly.
"But I have some news about Mr. Lee's condition."
Khan's heart leapt into his throat as he stood up and approached her.
"What is it?"
The nurse glanced at Minho sleeping peacefully in the bed behind him before turning back to Khan.
"We've found a potential donor match for Mr. Lee."
Khan felt like he'd been punched in the gut.
He stumbled backward, gripping the edge of Minho's bed to steady himself.
"That's great news," he managed to say, trying to keep his voice level.
The nurse nodded sympathetically.
"I know it's a lot to take in. But we're going to need your consent before we can proceed."
She held out her clipboard and pen for Khan to sign. He took it from her numbly, scanning over the form quickly before signing at the bottom.
When he handed it back to her, she smiled again and patted his arm gently.
"Thank you. We'll be in touch soon."
Khan turned back to Minho, his heart racing with a mix of fear and hope.
"Minho, they found a donor," he whispered, not wanting to wake him but needing to say it out loud.
Minho stirred slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips even in sleep, as if he could hear Khan's words in his dreams.
Khan paced back and forth in the pre-operation waiting area, his hands shaking with anxiety.
He watched through the glass window as the medical team prepared Minho for the transplant.
The rhythmic beeping of machines and the hum of fluorescent lights overhead filled the air, making his chest feel tight.
Dr. Park approached him with a clipboard, a serious look on his face.
"Mr. Jisong, we're about to begin the procedure. Are you ready?"
Khan nodded, feeling a lump form in his throat.
The doctor handed him a stack of papers to sign, explaining each one carefully.
"Please read through these consent forms carefully before signing. They detail the risks of the procedure."
Khan scanned over the pages, feeling his heart race faster with every word he read.
The risks were endless, and the possibility of something going wrong was very high.
But he knew he had to do this for Minho. "Everything will be okay," Dr. Park reassured him, patting his arm gently.
"We've performed this procedure many times before. Your boyfriend is in good hands."
Khan nodded again, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
He signed the forms quickly, his hand shaking as he returned them to the doctor.
"Thank you," Dr. Park said with a smile before turning back to the operating room.
A few minutes later, they wheeled Minho out on a gurney.
He was pale and tired-looking, tubes and wires trailing from his arms and chest.
His eyes flickered open when he saw Khan standing there.
"Jisoo," he whispered weakly.
"I'll see you soon," Khan replied, reaching out to take his hand.
Minho's fingers were cold and clammy to the touch, but he squeezed them tightly anyway.
As they wheeled him toward the operating room doors, Minho looked back over his shoulder at Khan.
Their eyes locked for a moment before he disappeared from view. The doors swung shut behind him with a loud thud, leaving Khan alone in the quiet hallway.
The rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall seemed to grow louder in the silence, echoing off of the sterile white walls.
Khan slumped down into one of the chairs lining the hallway, pressing his palms against his chest as if he could hold his racing heart inside with sheer force of will.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him.
A soft voice interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up to see Minho's mother standing there, her eyes red from crying.
"Khan, I just wanted to thank you for everything," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
He stood up and took her in his arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed against his shoulder.
The hours ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity.
Khan sat slumped in the hard waiting room chair, his legs numb from sitting for so long.
The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, and he wondered if he would ever see Minho again.
Suddenly, quick footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second.
A nurse in blue scrubs hurried toward him, clipboard in hand.
Khan's throat tightened as she approached, his heart pounding in his chest.
But when she reached him, she broke into a smile.
"Mr. Lee's surgery was a success," she said softly.
"He's doing well. His new heart is beating strongly, and his vital signs are stable."
Khan let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with relief.
Minho's mother squeezed his hand tightly, tears of joy streaming down her face.
The nurse smiled again before hurrying off down the hall.
Khan stood up, his legs shaky with relief.
He glanced at Minho's mother before hurrying down the hallway toward the ICU.
As he approached the glass window outside Minho's room, he slowed to a stop.
Minho lay motionless in his bed, tubes and wires trailing from his arms and chest.
The rhythmic beeping of machines filled the air, echoing off of the sterile white walls.
Khan's heart raced as he watched him, his chest tight with fear and hope.
Suddenly, a nurse appeared beside him, clipboard in hand.
"Can I help you?" she asked softly, her voice gentle but firm.
Khan nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
"I'm here to see Minho Lee," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
The nurse smiled kindly at him.
"Visiting hours are over for the night," she said gently.
"But I can let you in for a few minutes. Please wear this."
She handed him a blue paper gown and mask.
Khan took them numbly, putting them on as she led him into the room. "Just five minutes," she said softly, patting his arm before disappearing back out into the hallway.
Minho lay motionless in his bed, chest rising and falling with each breath.
Khan approached slowly, feeling tears well up in his eyes again.
He reached out a hand to touch Minho's cheek, feeling a lump form in his throat at how soft it felt.
"Minho," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
"I love you so much. Thank you for fighting so hard."
The rhythmic beeping of machines filled the air as Khan stood there, watching Minho sleep peacefully.
When the nurse returned a few minutes later, Khan stepped back reluctantly, his hand lingering on the glass barrier between them.
He watched as she checked Minho's vitals before turning back to him with a smile. "He's doing well," she said softly.
"Come back tomorrow during visiting hours."
Khan nodded mechanically, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes again.
Khan nodded, stepping back into the hallway, his heart full of gratitude and hope for the days to come.