[CONTENTID2]Trapped[/CONTENTID2]

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           Opening my eyes, I took in the sight of the bright, white lights that beamed from above as it radiated its glow throughout the entire room. 

          The cream coloured walls encompassed me like a tight cubicle, making me feel like a caged animal. Sunlight entered through the windows as the rays bled onto the ground.

          A round, clear oxygen mask enclosed around my mouth, transmitting air to my lungs. A strap heavily weighed over my shoulders as it wrapped around my neck, giving support to the cast on my arm.

          Wires were embedded into my veins, bounding my arms to the IV drips that stood beside my bed, along with machines that monitored my body’s current state.

          A thick, heavy numbness settled within my skull as I lifted my head away from the headrest. I definitely regret doing that. Pain pierced through my shoulders, immediately feeling the restraint controlling every joint in my body as I shifted my arm.

          The current state I was in reminded me of those dramas when someone gets involved in a tragic accident. The thought of it happening to me never crossed my mind.

          Experiencing this excruciating pain was worse than being dead. God should’ve just ended my life so I wouldn’t have to suffer this.

          Although my senses made it obvious that I was still alive, I still had doubts.

          Maybe I’m dreaming in heaven right now. Maybe I’m actually sleeping in heaven. But did people actually sleep in heaven?

          Chae Won’s bloody face immediately flashed into my mind as I retrace my memories. Oh god. What happened to her?! Was…was she still alive? The possibility of her being dead brought a heavy pang to my chest. She can’t be dead. My Chae Won is strong like a warrior. Warriors never die.

          “Doctor! The patient is awake!” a female nurse cried as her eyes widened. 

          My life is the least of my concerns. All I needed is an answer to my question regarding Chae Won’s health. Is she breathing as of now? Will I ever get to hear her voice? Will she ever witness my proposal?

          The Italian restaurant. We had a reservation. I was going to propose to her in the restaurant. I was going to sing her a song. We were going to have a new life together! Now all my dreams were shattered due to my silly mistake. It wasn’t just a mistake; it was almost a crime against humanity.

           It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have lost myself to that song. Within that moment, I couldn’t stop my emotions from getting the best of me. I should’ve switched the station at the minute that song played.

           Stupid Jung Yunho. You dumb bastard.

           “Jung Yunho,” an old, scrawny man dressed in a long, white robe stepped within my sight.

           “…” I couldn’t say a word.

           “How many fingers am I holding?”

           I held my hand, flaunting my long fingers at him. “Five.”

           “Do you remember your name?”

           Of course.

          “Jung Yunho.”

          “Do you remember what happened?”

           What was I? A convicted criminal?

           "I…was in an accident…”

          “It seems like his memories are unaffected.  We still have to run a couple of tests to find out if the accident affected anything else,” he said to the nurse.

          “His heart rate is a bit faster than usual though,” the nurse remarked.

          “Where’s…where’s Kim Chae Won?!” I burst out, causing their gazes to flock towards me.

         “Right now she’s in the intense care unit,” the nurse replied.

         “What…what state is she in?”

          “She’s in critical condition. The accident seemed to have affected her the most…”

          My stomach lurched to the sound of her