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Managing to get up onto his knees, Choi Young shuddered with the exertion of having moved at all; his entire body was frozen stiff, and he was more afraid that Imja would be hurt than his legs breaking off the rest of his body if he attempted to lift and walk. So he did; he slowly managed to force his body to stand, the Ki within him struggling to move through the right channels, through blood vessels and nerves, to try and get warmth moving through his cold body. The sweat in his brow was hurting him, attempting to freeze his skin off, while the fire fanned by his anger started to unfreeze his muscles. His legs were hard to move, but he managed, moving stiffly; he picked up his scabbard, the sword had been stolen by that man Ki Cheol, and following his heart he started for the path towards Hwata's gate.
Welcomed by the sound of howling and rustling of leaves and winds, Choi Young managed to walk towards the blue swirl created by the tornado that serve as pathway to the Heavens. He stared at the kneeling figure there, watching how soft white smoke escaped the man's mouth and nose; it was the payback for all of the abuse of Ki; the man had taken his demise quite well, after all he seemed calm and resolute; after all Ki Cheol had proved to himself that Eun Soo had come from the boundary of Heaven, and though for some reason he could not follow, he'd sent the woman away. If Ki Cheol couldn't have her no one could? Was that it? The Precious Sword was still in the frozen man's hand, probably the weapon he used to keep Eun Soo under his spell of anger and fear, the path that lead to the man's place had clear signs that Eun Soo had struggled and escaped his hold, and while the gate remained open, Ki Cheol had remained in this time.
Why?
As best as he could he took the sword from Ki Cheol, whose body shattered and fell to the side, making Choi Young push his back to the rocks to his right, watching the body destroy itself into frozen pieces with wide eyes. The sound of coming Calvary was heard and surprised Choi Young turned; he was still too cold to process much, his mind numb with worry; without thinking he just swallowed hard and full of determination turned and walked through the gate.
Behind him the swirl of blue and white diminished and died.
The trip was terrible; unlike before, the coldness of his body only made things terrible. He was heavy and slow and the tides of times became swirling cold smoke that wrapped around him, pushing and pulling him towards one of the many gates there. Choi Young fell to the ground, with a loud thud, and groaned in pain. His body curled into a fetal position, his sword and scabbard clanged on the ground, and he groaned; both hands covering his chest. Pain ripped through him, and the sensation of his skin breaking made him groan out loud. His whole body shook and the cold blinded him.
Choi Young knew it was the worst thing to happen, that he should concentrate and have his Ki work things out, but it was just too much in too little. He was out.
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"We've tried to set the ECG but for some reason it continued to short circuit;" Said a soft female voice, while Choi Young's eyes fluttered. "They brought three, all of them short circuited." There was some pain left, but nothing like before, yet his body could not easily move. There was a lot of shivering, thing that he hadn't expected. Heavy blankets were set over him, and something uncomfortable was wrapped around his head, helping him breathe. Ki moved down his heart, to the shivering muscles of his arms. "See, there it goes! I'm not going insane!" Something in his hand crackled, and Choi Young turned his head, making the others in the room turn to him and gasp. "He's awake."
"Check the pupils." Said a man's voice while Choi Young felt his wrist been held, probably someone checking his pulse, while his eyes were invaded by light.
"He's responding."
"His pulse is good."
"He's recovering very fast."
Turning, Choi Young set his eyes on the woman in white next to him, her black hair flowing flawlessly down her shoulders as the dark rims sitting on the bridge of her nose stared down at him. "Can you hear me? Do you understand me?"
"Yoo…"
"What?"
"Yoo. Eun. Soo." He managed to grit out, his hand reaching to hold the woman's robe, as if trying to prove a point, but all he wanted was to call for her attention; being so close to her made the woman blush and when his head fell to the bed, and his eyes rolled closed she turned to the doctor with her. "Doctor? What should I do?"
"Call Surgery, have doctor Yoo come down here immediately."
"But she is out, you know how she is now; unless life threatening she won't come."
"Then make up an excuse and get her down here now!" And the nurse dropped the man's hand over the bed, not having realized she'd been holding his hand with both her own hands.
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After her kidnapping Yoo Eun Soo had changed.
She spent her days in the seclusion of her small apartment, studying several articles on several subjects. She went back to school and majored on History, having a kin understanding of Goryeo period, she also spent her days searching for new ways of incorporating the herbal side of medicine (as her coworkers called it) into the serious side of medicine.
As she had predicted while talking to that man, whose face was stuck in her mind's eyes, she would come home and wonder where her heart had stayed. She would wonder around hallways and streets, a haunting specter that never spoke but watched life pass by unable to join because she wasn't sure where her place was. Without that person by her side, she was lost in the sea of time and space, her heart fluttering for mere memories and feelings that went dormant in her. She watched those so-called romantic movies, none of them could even start to portrait the love she shared with the Goryeo general, she read books, but none could coerce the emotions her body suffered through, she saw couples and wondered how ephemeral their emotions were, how easily their real intention were…
Her cellphone rang, but Eun Soo ignored it, she wasn't interested in joining the hospital staff in figuring out why a patient was sick, neither did she want to spend four or six hours over a complex surgery the moron main surgeon couldn't do because he was playing golf.
They left a message, she would probably listen later; she was too engrossed in her Ayurveda book to realize. Her body had undergone severe changes, her pale skin didn't even show what she was going through; her weight had dropped significantly when she realized she wasn't traveling in time anymore, that her dream had ended and she was back home; her sleeping hours were short always cut by dreams of almond eyes that sent her into crying fits. If it weren't for her mother's careful care she would have probably starved herself to death, or gone blind with all her crying. Hwata's Gate was closed for her and although she had returned more than a dozen times it had never opened again.
Today, exactly two years after her trip, Eun Soo was now completely changed.
Her cellphone started again, and again she ignored it, too engrossed in the topic of the particular herb she found, taking notes and marking the book.
It was interesting for her to find, through her studies, that General Choi Young of the Goryeo Period had disappeared suddenly and no records of his death or whereabouts were known. He had simply vanished from history as if a mirage; many historians thought that he'd become power hungry and was deal with accordingly, others that Choi Young was the name of a particular unit of soldiers, not a man. Many agreed that he was a person, yet none could figure out what happened to him; Eun Soo had cried herself to sleep months after learning this fact, knowing that he must have died in that field after been frozen by Ki Cheol. The image of his body just lying there, still and unmoving hunted her dreams, and in her worst nightmare she would watch him get up, body decaying and broken searching for her soul to eat.
She jumped when her doorbell rang, echoing in the dark hallway. Turning Eun Soo attempted to remember if she was supposed to receive her parents today; she had to clean up real fast and in a hurry if it was so. "Delivery!" Called a soft voice, making her release a breath of relief; it wasn't her parents, but she hadn't called for delivery. So Eun Soo hid the red hand knife she always carried with her and hid it in her belt and moved to the door.
"I didn't' call for delivery." She said serious, standing at her small foyer.
"Miss Hana had this delivered." The young sounding voice said, amused. Eun Soo shook her head.
"That girl, really." She said softly, and moved to open the door. "What is it?"
"Jajangmyeon." Answered the boy, smiling at her. "It's all paid for, the lady was real nice and added some honeywater and cheesecake." Eun Soo was surprised, not because of the food, but because of the tall young man delivering. His hair was long, probably due to a new fad or something, he was probably as tall as Choi Young, with those almond eyes… Suddenly she pressed her lips together and went back into her apartment. "I take it you are surprised, ma'am; my mother always said that she presses her lips when surprised." HE said softly, smiling gently at her.
"Its unexpected."
"Hana is a good friend, I assume?"
"Yes." Answered Eun Soo, shaking a little; this boy was so like Choi Young, even in his way of talking. "Thanks." She said, offering a big tip for the boy to leave, and taking the bag of goodies.
"Don't mention it. Take good care of yourself, you look thin."
"Yeah, alright." And the boy turned and whistling walked away. He wore even clothes that she would get for Choi Young; black jeans, white shirt and white tennis shoes… Shaking her head, and blaming it on her aching for the general, Eun Soo walked back into her apartment and nervously placed her meal over the kitchen sink. Just to see someone so similar to Choi Young was reassuringly on itself… The phone started again and angrily she picked it up without looking.
"What?!"
"Honey?" Asked her mother's soft voice, sounding a little apprehenvise.
"Oh, sorry Mom. I thought it was from the hospital again."
"Oh, no wonder. How are you doing sweety?"
"I'm fine Mom, just… living."
"Well I was hoping you could come over this weekend, we are having a barbeque." Eun Soo had to bite down a groan, her mother was playing matchmaker and if she played along with her Eun Soo would be married to one of her mother's friend's sons. Any of them as long as the man got her out of her apartment, the hospital or the library.
"I'll see what I can do." That was the perfect answer; it would give her mother enough peace of mind to start planning, only to have Eun Soo cancel on her. After Choi Young no other being was a man, just… someone not build like her.
"Are you eating well? Do you want me to get you some more potatoes ready when you come over?"
"Yes I would really like that."
"You are eating other things right?"
"Of course." She was also eating carrots, and sometimes kimchi. "Hana also makes sure I eat. How is Daddy?"
"Oh, you know him." And that was the start of her mother's monologue, so Eun Soo's private life could be set aside for a while. As much as she loved her mother there was no way she could fully tell her mother about her experience with who could have been that person. A call was kept in hold while her mother talked, she should probably answer after her mother hung up, it seemed there was a big emergency at the hospital.
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He woke up to find himself in a dark room, there was a loud beeping beside him, and upon looking he saw a moving picture with a peeking-moving line and something Eun Soo had called numbers. Choi Young gasped softly, and tried to get up, but was sore and ached all over, so he just groaned and touched his chest. His hand was bandaged, probably because he grabbed the sword by the blade not the hilt, and there was something stuck into his skin.
A line of clear liquid lead to a large bag, he tried to take it off, but it only hurt more. So Choi Young grit his teeth and ripped it off, causing small bleeding. The small tube of similar clear constitution was ripped off his nose, and the thing clipping his middle finger was pulled off. He wore a white set of robes, thin and ugly; looking around himself he found himself in a white room, clear glass windows to one side showing the city he had pluck Imja from, and to the other side another empty bed, a chair, a small table and a door. Gasping for breath, Choi Young stood from bed, while the beeping noise entered his confused brain and he groaned in pain. His chest was also bandaged.
Someone took hold of him, they were trying to get him to settle down, but they held his injured arm and Choi Young just wanted to be set free and groaning simply defended himself, it was WooDalChi instinct. He lifted the man holding him, and threw him to the floor, the second was punched on the side and knocked out cold with a blow to the head, and the third was a woman, stronger than he thought possible for someone her size. Choi Young, who'd never hurt a woman, not even that fire lady had been hurt by his hand (probably tricked but never hurt) so he was surprised when she used her legs and was able to submit him to one knee, his injured hand held onto the bed. His fingers brushed the plastic tube that had been wrapped around his face, and he pulled it from the wall, standing; when the woman came at him again, he wrapped the tube around her ankle and dropped her to the ground.
Something was stuck to his arm, stunned, Choi Young turned to look down at his arm and found a small dart like item dangling from his flesh. It took less than ten second for everything to go dark.
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Eun Soo hurried into the third floor; the nurses were all in an uproar, angrily demanding someone called either the police or the nuthouse so the man in room 345 was taken care of. She neared the nurse station, and when the head nurse saw her, she pointed at her.
"You! He asked for you! Who is this guy?!"
"Where is he?" She asked breathless, it couldn't be! Yet her heart sang with joy and the sensation of having her lover close by rattled her being. The doctor, who was been tended by the nurse who managed to drug the stranger, looked up at her. He'd been the one thrown to the ground, and his arm had been pulled out of its place by the sheer force used against him.
"Doctor Yoo, nice to see you." He grit out, angrily.
"Where is he?" Eun Soo repeated, not really caring about the fellow doctor's condition right now.
"We had to sedate him, he's in room 345." Eun Soo moved to pick up the chart of room 345 and slid it open.
"Walk with me." The nurses turned to her, surprised; this woman who was thinner than any of the nurses there, wanted to face this dangerous guy? But Eun Soo just looked down at the charts, stats and waited for the man to follow her. When the resident didn't even move to follow, Eun Soo turned to him. "Walk with me." She emphasized, annoyed. The man just groaned and stood, holding the sling holding his arm.
"He was found in the temple outside the city limits, some of the monks called the police and he was brought in." He said as they started to walk towards the end of the hallway. "No ID, no wallet or anything that could help us figure out who he is. He carried a sword, old fashioned clothes and was frozen stiff…" Eun Soo dropped the file, and ran down the corridor. "She says follow me…"
The door was pushed open, and Eun Soo looked at the bed there, the room was off, the curtains drawn, she could see his legs, strapped so he wouldn't be able to move much. She moved quickly, pulling away the curtains that separated the two sides of the room and set eyes on the patient. He was moving, trying to get up, but when the curtains moved he dropped to bed; letting out a sigh.
She would recognize that messy mop of dark hair anywhere.
Eun Soo took tentative steps towards him, and could see his facial hair had grown; he looked manly and messy, and so gorgeous under the dim light. Tears swelled up in her eyes, and she gasped making him turn and his eyes set on her. They stared at each other, her tears touching his cheeks, until finally she removed the straps around his wrist and took his hand to touch her cheek. "You'll be fine, I'll take care of you." She said softly, and leaned to kiss him, his finger's flexing to touch her hair, to hold her.
"Imja."
"I'm here." And as they did in the small WooDalChi bed, she climbed beside him, and snuggling her face against his neck they held onto each other, and promised not to let go.