In the shadow of death [City Hunter/시티헌터 fanfiction]
In the shadow of death
Fandom: City Hunter (2011), Korean drama starring Lee Minho.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for ending, slight crude language
Summary: When Yoon Sung fights for his life, Nana could do nothing but watch. Continuation from Sacrifice.
Nana
As soon as Yoon Sung loses consciousness, I snap out of my daze. Blood. The blood. I need to stop him from bleeding - I’m pressing down on his wound - but blood is seeping all over my hands. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins, just like the blood pooling beneath Yoon Sung's twitching body on the ground.
"Nana! Nana!" someone cries out.
"Get her out of here!"
A scream. Like the anguished cry of a dying animal.
"Shit - she's strong!"
I struggle hard against the pairs of arms restraining me. Yoon Sung... He is just on the other side of the room - but it feels like a chasm between us. I cannot go there and protect him... my lover crumpled, bleeding and completely helpless.
I cry and cry and cry in frustration until the colors of the room merge together. Everything becomes blurry - was it my tears? - then everything went black.
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Even though I tell myself to be mentally prepared for anything, you can never be fully prepared for the real thing.
When I see him, I feel the floor tip. My breath catches in my throat and I threaten to choke.
On the left side of his body, where the bullet ripped flesh, was a white bandage. Blood from the wound had seeped through. It seems like a mass of tubes were connected to his body - arms, mouth, chest, hand.
A monitor with a trace whirs quietly beside the bed.
I am on my knees and I grip his hand.
"He's just come out from surgery," Ajushi explains quietly. "He is in a coma right now."
Coma. Why does it sound so final - like he will never wake up?
My vision turns blurry again.
"They say it's best for him," Ajusshi continues. "This way he can breath more easily... Without pain... the machine helps him breathe."
Somehow, I feel tempted to laugh... to laugh bitterly. Something about this, it seems so absurd. Of course, I know he was not invulnerable. I know. But somehow, the concept right now seems so foreign. How can Lee Yoon Sung - no, City Hunter, the City Hunter - be unable to breathe for himself?
"No," I gasp suddenly. I clutch harder at his hand. But it remains limp. I shake it hopefully, urging him to wake up.
Why? Why did it have to be you? Why do I have to fall in love with you? Why did you have to shield the bullet from your father? The father you believe to be corrupt? Why did you have to watch your surrogate father die in front of your own eyes?
Why why why? Why do you pretend to be tough when you are not?
In sadness, I hold his hand against my cheek. I could feel moisture pooling in my eyes.
"Wait, just wait a little longer. I see the end of it."
My tears spill over.
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As Yoon Sung healed, they slowly brought him out of his drug-induced coma although painkillers remained. He seemed to frequently lapse in and out of partial consciousness - a likely side effect of the heavy doses of morphine.
As I examine his face, sometimes I find it contorted as though in fear or pain. His body is moist with cold sweat. He moans and mouths the words, Abojhi, abojhi... his mouth opening and closing silently, like a fish drowning in air.
I just hold his hand in my own, willing my strength to be passed onto him, as he fights with his own demons.
Hold on Yoon Sung, hold on.
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Part 2 of three part series. Other parts: Part 1, Part 3
Fandom: City Hunter (2011), Korean drama starring Lee Minho.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for ending, slight crude language
Summary: When Yoon Sung fights for his life, Nana could do nothing but watch. Continuation from Sacrifice.
Nana
As soon as Yoon Sung loses consciousness, I snap out of my daze. Blood. The blood. I need to stop him from bleeding - I’m pressing down on his wound - but blood is seeping all over my hands. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins, just like the blood pooling beneath Yoon Sung's twitching body on the ground.
"Nana! Nana!" someone cries out.
"Get her out of here!"
A scream. Like the anguished cry of a dying animal.
"Shit - she's strong!"
I struggle hard against the pairs of arms restraining me. Yoon Sung... He is just on the other side of the room - but it feels like a chasm between us. I cannot go there and protect him... my lover crumpled, bleeding and completely helpless.
I cry and cry and cry in frustration until the colors of the room merge together. Everything becomes blurry - was it my tears? - then everything went black.
--------------
Even though I tell myself to be mentally prepared for anything, you can never be fully prepared for the real thing.
When I see him, I feel the floor tip. My breath catches in my throat and I threaten to choke.
On the left side of his body, where the bullet ripped flesh, was a white bandage. Blood from the wound had seeped through. It seems like a mass of tubes were connected to his body - arms, mouth, chest, hand.
A monitor with a trace whirs quietly beside the bed.
I am on my knees and I grip his hand.
"He's just come out from surgery," Ajushi explains quietly. "He is in a coma right now."
Coma. Why does it sound so final - like he will never wake up?
My vision turns blurry again.
"They say it's best for him," Ajusshi continues. "This way he can breath more easily... Without pain... the machine helps him breathe."
Somehow, I feel tempted to laugh... to laugh bitterly. Something about this, it seems so absurd. Of course, I know he was not invulnerable. I know. But somehow, the concept right now seems so foreign. How can Lee Yoon Sung - no, City Hunter, the City Hunter - be unable to breathe for himself?
"No," I gasp suddenly. I clutch harder at his hand. But it remains limp. I shake it hopefully, urging him to wake up.
Why? Why did it have to be you? Why do I have to fall in love with you? Why did you have to shield the bullet from your father? The father you believe to be corrupt? Why did you have to watch your surrogate father die in front of your own eyes?
Why why why? Why do you pretend to be tough when you are not?
In sadness, I hold his hand against my cheek. I could feel moisture pooling in my eyes.
"Wait, just wait a little longer. I see the end of it."
My tears spill over.
--------------
As Yoon Sung healed, they slowly brought him out of his drug-induced coma although painkillers remained. He seemed to frequently lapse in and out of partial consciousness - a likely side effect of the heavy doses of morphine.
As I examine his face, sometimes I find it contorted as though in fear or pain. His body is moist with cold sweat. He moans and mouths the words, Abojhi, abojhi... his mouth opening and closing silently, like a fish drowning in air.
I just hold his hand in my own, willing my strength to be passed onto him, as he fights with his own demons.
Hold on Yoon Sung, hold on.
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Part 2 of three part series. Other parts: Part 1, Part 3