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30 July 2010 @ 12:26 am
Saving a Man from His Fedora [prologue] [Yi Jung x Ga Eul]  
Title: Saving a Man from His Fedora [prologue]
Pairing: Yi Jung x Ga Eul
Fandom: Hana Yori Dango (Boys Before Flowers)
Genre: Drama, Angst, Romance-ish
Rating: PG-13
Summary:  The world at large seen through a needle's eye. Sickness is a relative suffering with universal effects.


A/N: 1 Litre of Tears Challenge!fic. The goal is to take the popular drama plot of 'boy meets girl, girl likes boy, boy rejects girl, boy finds out girl is sick, boy feels bad/falls for girl, girl dies, boy anguishes' and add a 'realism twist' on things. Slightly AR, which is something I don't usually do, but this was far too interesting to pass up.


chapter 1


 

Prologue

 

 

Every hospital had the same, distinct smell, the smell of a sad ending not-quite-there but approaching fast. He’d been to twenty different ones by now, and he’d tasted the familiar dryness of sterilized mortality in them all.

 

White painted walls and barren sights (hospital rules, no exceptions, sorry kiddo) appeared like holocaust ghosts. Wide, tall windows sealed permanently shut (for their own good, honey) and immaculate stains. The janitors scrubbed the floors dutifully every night, to wipe away the grime of day and any lingering remnants of the room’s previous occupant.

 

Sickness was an ugly reality, and the directors covered it well. Behind partitioned screens and drawn curtains, the patients waited for discharge or death. If they were lucky, it happened in that order.

 

“Excuse me, sir, but alcohol is strictly prohibited in the hospital.”

 

Yi Jung glanced up, gaze shifted from the nurse to the half-empty bottle in his hand. He smiled pleasantly and re-corked the thing. Mildly placated, she left the room.

 

“I can’t believe you actually brought it inside.” Woo Bin shook his head in disbelief.

 

“I couldn’t leave it in the car. Heat ruins the flavour.”

 

“Whiskey of all things. If it had been beer, she might’ve let you off.”

 

“Whiskey tastes better,” is stronger, “Where’s Jun Pyo and the others?”

 

Woo Bin shrugged and rested his head against the upholstery. “Not sure, but Jan Di said she’ll be here soon though. You know, for two people studying to become doctors, you’d think she and Ji Hoo would be in the hospital more often.”

 

“Things must be busy at grandfather’s clinic.”

 

“How about 50,000 won that they’ll get here before five?”

 

Yi Jung checked his watch and grinned. Ten minutes till five. “You’re on. But to make it more interesting—”

 

He stopped. The nurse was back.

 

“She’s crashing.”

 

He leapt to his feet, out the waiting area and into her room. Heart beating fast, verge of explosion into a million, and mind refused to function straight. He’s flushed, he’s shit-scared, he’s thinking she’s gonna die. One second, three, five, there.  

 

He’s at the door.

 

Oh please, oh god, not yet, not now.

 

Something’s wrong. The machine’s not working right, all the beeping and shouting (his head’s screaming, splitting in two).