Arya: I don't feel well there."
"Ronnie: It's okay. You stay here. I'll go there. Alright? I'll see you later, bro."
Ronnie ran off, and Arya stood there, thinking.
'What was I before, and what am I now? Everything has changed in my life. Sometimes, I feel like I want to live for them, but is that even possible?' Arya thought.
He stood up and looked down from the glass wall. Below, Ronnie was dancing with Maya, having fun.
'Arya: She changed me. Her love changed me.'
'Before, I was nothing, wanting to die. But now, I feel like I'm living my life.'
Then his phone rang. He checked it; it was the doctor.
"Doctor: Where are you, Arya? The nurse told me you weren't in your room. We searched the hospital but couldn't find you. I've called many times."
Arya saw the missed calls and messages.
"Arya: Sorry, doctor. My phone was on silent before."
"Doctor: I don't want to know that. First, tell me where you are. We know Ronnie is also missing. Is he with you?"
"Arya: He's with me, doctor."
"Doctor: What's that sound in your background? Don't tell me you're in a mall or a crowded area."
"Arya: Yes, doctor."
"Doctor: I told you before, you need treatment on time! You shouldn't be in crowded areas, but you didn't listen. I know you didn't go there yourself. Ronnie took you there. Come back to the hospital fast and bring him too. Okay?"
The call ended. Arya tried to call Ronnie, but there was so much noise, he couldn't hear his voice. Finally, Arya decided to go downstairs.
The noise grew louder as he descended. In the VIP area, many rich people were dancing. Arya couldn't see Ronnie. When he finally spotted him, he made his way toward him, but by the time he reached where Ronnie was, he was gone. Then he saw her there, but she didn't see him.
Arya couldn't move. It felt like the surroundings were closing in on him. He couldn't say anything. He collapsed.
Ronnie saw him falling down. Ronnie and the bouncers helped him up, but Arya didn't open his eyes. They quickly called an ambulance, rushing him to the hospital.
Then the ambulance arrived, and they took Arya inside. Ronnie also went with them. As they were on the way, Ronnie's phone rang. It was the doctor calling.
He picked up the phone and said, "Doctor, what happened to Arya? He hasn't opened his eyes."
"Don't worry, just get in the ambulance," the doctor said.
"Yes, doctor, we're on the way. We'll be at the hospital soon," Ronnie replied.
"Alright, I'm waiting here," the doctor said, and the call ended.
At the hospital, the doctor called the nurse and said, "There's an emergency, prepare the room."
"Okay, doctor," the nurse replied before going to prepare the room.
The doctor headed to the emergency gate. The ambulance finally arrived, and they opened the back door. They carefully took Arya out and placed him on a stretcher, moving him quickly to the Emergency Room. Ronnie followed closely behind, deeply worried about Arya.
The doctor noticed Ronnie and said, "Let's take him inside."
Ronnie nodded, and the doctor reassured him, "Don't worry, we'll take care of him from here."
They entered the Emergency Room, and the door closed behind them, the red lights flashing on.
Outside, Ronnie was worried and thinking, "This is my fault. My mistake put his life in danger. If I hadn't taken him, none of this would have happened. He told me before he didn't feel good there, but I didn't take him seriously. Please, God, save him."
He was waiting outside the doors when the nurse came out. Ronnie, standing by the side, saw her and quickly asked, "What happened to him? Is he okay now?"
The nurse replied, "I can't tell you right now, I'm in a hurry." She paused before adding, "He hasn't opened his eyes yet," and then hurried off to get more supplies.
Ronnie stood anxiously outside the operation room, his heart pounding with each passing second. The red light above the door flickered off after what seemed like an eternity.
The door opened slowly, and the doctor, accompanied by a nurse, stepped out. Ronnie rushed forward.
"Doctor, how is he?" Ronnie asked, his voice barely a whisper, but filled with hope.
The doctor sighed, his face a mix of relief and concern. "He's stable now. He's fine… for now."
Ronnie frowned. "But?"
The doctor paused before replying, his gaze dropping to the floor. "He hasn't opened his eyes yet. It's too early to tell if he'll wake up soon."
Ronnie's hands clenched into fists, his anxiety growing. "Can I visit him now?"
The doctor shook his head. "Not yet. He needs rest."
Ronnie's heart sank. The doctor began walking away, but then stopped, turning back toward him.
"Ronnie, come to my office," the doctor said, his tone now more serious.
"Why, doctor?" Ronnie asked, confused.
"I need to talk to you," the doctor replied, his voice quiet but urgent.
Arya slowly opens his eyes as the bright fluorescent light makes it hard for him to see. He blinks a few times, his mind heavy with confusion. Struggling to focus, he notices a blurry figure standing in front of him. His vision is unclear, and he can't tell if it's the same girl he met before.
Before he can react, the figure turns and leaves. Arya tries to stop them, but his body feels too weak to move. His eyes slowly close again, and he drifts back to sleep.
An hour later, he finally wakes up. This time, his vision is clear, and he sees Ronnie sitting next to him.
Ronnie notices Arya waking up and leans forward. "Bro, you're awake! You scared me when you collapsed at the club. I was really worried."
Arya looks around. "Where am I?"
"In the hospital," Ronnie replies. "I wanted to come earlier, but the doctor called me to his office."
Arya's mind flashes back to the mysterious figure. Who was that? A girl? Could it be…? He shakes his head. No, that doesn't make sense. Why would she be here?
Ronnie waves his hand in front of Arya's face. "Hey, are you even listening?"
Arya snaps out of his thoughts. "You said the doctor called you. Did he say anything important?"
Ronnie shrugs. "I dunno, the old man was saying something, but I didn't really understand. Doesn't matter."
Arya wonders if the doctor told Ronnie about his condition. No, he wouldn't. It was probably just about avoiding crowded places.
Ronnie grins. "By the way, before I came in, you mentioned someone. Who was it?"
Arya hesitates. "I… I don't know."
Ronnie smirks. "Let me guess, a beautiful girl? While I'm here worrying about you, you're out here dreaming about mystery girls?"
Arya sighs. "You're thinking too much."
Just then, a nurse enters the room. "Ronnie, I told you not to disturb Arya. He needs rest."
Ronnie laughs. "I know, but someone else was here before me!"
The nurse frowns. "I didn't see anyone."
Ronnie's smile fades. "Huh? But I swear—"
The nurse shakes her head. "Maybe you were just dreaming."
Ronnie looks at Arya. "See? Even she says you're imagining things."
Arya remains silent, but his mind lingers on the thought—Was it really just a dream?
The nurse sighed. "Are you both done talking now?" She turned to Ronnie. "It's time for you to leave. And Arya, don't move around too much—you need rest."
She placed the medicine on the table beside Arya. "Take this and get some sleep." Then, looking at Ronnie, she added, "And you, you're still here? Let's go."
"Alright, alright. See you later, bro," Ronnie said with a grin before stepping out. The nurse followed, closing the door behind them.
Arya picked up the medicine, swallowed it with a sip of water, and lay down. Was that just a dream? Or was someone really there?
It's been a week since I last saw Hina… His heart pounded at the thought of her. I want to tell her how I feel… but I can't. If I do, it'll only hurt her more than it hurts me. If I leave, she'll be alone… I can't do that to her.
But what if she rejects me?