Si woo
I knew something was wrong the second the doctor walked toward me without looking me in the eyes.
People always did that before ruining your life.
They suddenly found the floor very interesting.
I stood up so fast the chair behind me screeched across the floor. My body hurt from sitting there for hours but I barely felt it. My head was pounding. My clothes still smelled like blood and hospital sanitizer and regret.
Mostly regret.
"Well?" I snapped. "Say something."
The doctor rubbed his face. "The surgery was successful."
My knees almost gave out.
Thank God.
Thank fucking God.
"He's alive?" I asked quickly.
"Yes."
"And the baby?"
The doctor went quiet.
I already knew.
No.
No no no no.
"He's very sorry, Mr. Choi."
The words hit harder than screaming would have.
I stared at him.
Nothing came out of my mouth at first because my brain just completely stopped working. Like actually shut down. Blank screen. Error message. Restart required.
