•I don't own Heirs.

•English isn't my first language. Please correct my mistakes, so that I can learn.

An Unexpected Saviour

A pair of doctors and nurses rushed in, the woman from before hot on her heels behind them. They checked her blood pressure, nurses assisted her in sitting (and her head hurt while removing it from the soft pillow) and fumbled around the machines, doctors discussed something among themselves, asked her a few question related to her physical condition and advised her to move her mouth and head less because she was still recovering.

Na Ri merely asked them what had happened to her face and head while the strange woman watched them like a hawk. The doctors told her her face was ruined in the accident and that it had been 'fixed' and her bandages would be taken off in around 4 weeks. Her head, doctors told her, also had a surgery performed on it which would take 3 more weeks to heal altogether.

"As for your leg, Miss Cha," Another doctor said, "You will be able to walk properly in 5 weeks."

They were mistaking her for Cha Ji Ah, Na Ri realised. She glanced over to the woman beside her bed and noted the disconcerting warning in her hard eyes.

Then all of sudden, Na Ri's mind clicked. If they thought of her as Cha Ji Ah, then what about her face? Whose face did they give her after fixing it? Her own or Cha Ji Ah's?

The clever looking, sleek haired woman must have noticed something change in Na Ri's wide round eyes for she jumped in immediately.

"Shouldn't Cha Ji Ah rest now, doctor?" She said to the doctor in her former sweet and polite manner which sounded fake to Na Ri now. "Her family will be here soon, I have informed them."

Na Ri erupted into questions as soon as the doctors left the room, "My face? Whose face do I have? Why am I being called Cha Ji Ah? Why do I have to pretend to be Cha Ji Ah? What's going on?"

Wincing, Na Ri placed a hand on her ribs as her ribs and face hurt from speaking too much, too quickly.

"Mr Seo will explain everything." She replied curtly.

The door opened just in the next moment and two men in expensive looking suits stepped in, their gaze directed at her.

The woman who had not introduced herself to Na Ri, stalked over to the men in suits, dipped her head once and stepped out.

Na Ri kept her eyes fixed on the two men as they neared her bed. The tall and lean one walked ahead while the other man -- who was not short at all, yet shorter than the one in front of him -- followed him closely, looking faintly irritated behind his black rimmed glasses.

The taller man --most likely Mr Seo -- arranged himself comfortably in the chair beside Na Ri, squaring one leg over a knee. He commanded authority and pride, and his features were so sharp it looked like someone had delicately sculpted him.

Na Ri swallowed and eyed Mr Seo warily, as the other man came to stand beside him.

Mr Seo, the man who had managed to intimidate Na Ri in just a few moments, fixed her with an unsettling stare.

"Is it true that you have killed Baek Tae Oh in a bathroom of his father's club, Royal Gate?"

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Na Ri broke out into a cold sweat. She shuddered, as she fisted her hands around the bed sheets.

She felt more light headed than she already was. Who was he and how he knew it? Most importantly what did he want from her?

"Who are you?" Na Ri croaked, trying to keep breathing normally.

"You didn't answer my question." The man stated coldly.

Na Ri hunched her shoulders and spoke weakly, "What will you do with my answer?"

A line appeared between his brows. "I will help you." He spoke after a brief pause.

Startled, Na Ri regarded him more clearly now.

"Why? Why would you?" She asked in a breathy voice.

"First, you have to explain your actions, then I will explain mine." He clasped his hands together, waiting for her to begin explaining.

Na Ri's hands tightened at the bed sheets. She gulped, feeling faintly sick to her stomach, and the cold was not helping at all. He was the one who had her face changed, she knew now. Nothing was making sense, though.

Na Ri looked away and her voice trembled as she spoke. "I..I didnt mean to. It just... happened."

She had no idea how should she explain everything. She looked at him helplessly, hoping for him to understand somehow. The guy beside him looked back and forth between Na Ri and Mr Seo.

"A murder doesn't just happen." Mr Seo said with the same coldness.

Na Ri's body twitched at his words. She sighed deeply and winced instantly, placing a hand on her chest, as her ribs hurt.

Mustering up enough strength, she told him everything; how and why she had entered the club, what had happened in there, and how she had ended up on the road.

Na Ri's sniffling sounded in the quiet room after she had finished her story.

Nothing seened to have changed about Mr Seo after hearing her story, except the faint grimness of his face, which wasn't there before.

She hoped he was pitying her. Na Ri would be happy to receive even pity from someone in this situation.

"You are completely stupid." The man beside Mr Seo spoke for the first time, with a disdainful tone, likely referring to her entering the club the way she did. It had been admittedly stupid. She had no idea what had consumed her to do that. She still hoped that those girls got away safely though.

"Without a doubt." Mr Seo agreed, before adding, "But discussing what could have been done is useless now. We need to focus on what should be done now."

Na Ri's heart flailed wildly.

"Are you really going to help me, Ahjussi?" She asked timidly.

"Ne." He said delicately, then proceeded to introduce himself, "My name is Seo Nam Gil, and currently I am the only person who could and who is willing to help you."

But why? She didnt need to ask for he continued on his own.

"My niece Cha Ji Ah died in this accident." He said, his face a perfect emotionless mask.

Na Ri's breath hitched in her throat and her grip on the bed sheet loosened at once.

"Total of two people died in this accident." He went on while Na Ri felt as though someone had punched her in the guts, knocking out her breath, "My 18 years old niece Cha Ji Ah who was returning from America and had been on her way to home while the accident occured. And her driver, a 62 years old man with no family."

Na Ri averted her gaze, unable to look at anyone now. The accident had been undeniably her mistake.

But she had only been running for her life. She couldn't even see or think well at that time.She didn't purposely jump in front of a car, or kill anyone.

Kill anyone. Na Ri shuddered again. She had killed someone.

If it were not covered with bandages completely, Na Ri would have covered her face with her hands.

Mr Seo continued obliviously, "Only a few people knew Cha Ji Ah in South Korea, therefore only a few are aware of her death. Those few consists of my parents, my cousin brother and his daughter, my secretary -- " He nodded towards the man standing beside him who immediately chipped in his name while pushing back his glasses, "Ahn Dan Te."

"-- a few other trusted people around me, and finally I." Mr Seo finished.

Na Ri was slowly catching on.

"You can live peacefully in Seoul with the face and identity of Cha Ji Ah." He continued, "I will provide you with all her documents that you may need. Also, I had all her social media accounts deactivated. As for Hae Na Ri," He looked her directly in the eyes, "She is dead from now on."

Na Ri's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as much her bandages allowed it.

"That is the only way you can live." Mr Seo told her in a matter of fact tone, "Either you live as Cha Ji Ah, or don't live at all."

Na Ri swallowed and wrapped her arms around herself which was more out of cold. Everything was making sense, yet not making sense at the same time.

"Now, you are wondering why am I doing this?" He finally came to it.

That was the question that had been eating Na Ri up.

"The heart that is beating right now inside your chest," Mr Seo started, "Once belonged to my niece: Cha Ji Ah."

Na Ri's hand instinctively flew to the small machine attached to her chest.

"Her heart has been donated to you." He imparted, "Your going to prison or dying at the hands of the family of the boy you accidentally killed --" Na Ri flinched, "-- would have been a horrible waste of her heart."

Na Ri didn't say anything for a few moments.

"You are saying that I have to take Cha Ji Ah's-- your niece's identity and live like that from now on..?" Na Ri murmured tentatively. In these circumstances, she didn't mind throwing away her identity or even her face.

"Adapt her identity, not her life." Mr Seo cleared up. "Do whatever you want with your life, but you cannot under any circumstances reveal your real identity to anyone. Not even to your father or any of your relatives from Gyeonsung."

Na Ri's eyes widened, "How do you know about that?"

"I have my ways and sources." He said somewhat conceitedly. "Anyway, try to live quietly so as to not attract any kind of unnecessary attention. No one will be able to recognise you as Cha Ji Ah the daughter of a law firm's CEO or a makeup company's owner, or as the granddaughter of Seo Hyun Ju or Seo Do Hee, owners of a conglomerate company, or as the niece of Seo Nam Gil, a conglomerate."

Na Ri was completely at a loss of words. How did she end up here?

Should she thank him now? A thank you sounded so small compared to what he was doing -- no matter the reason, he had saved her from hell.

Na Ri didn't know someone could go to such lengths for their niece. Correction: for their dead niece. Na Ri's own Samchon didn't even know whether Na Ri was alive or dead.

"Are you alright?" Mr Seo's voice startled her out of her thoughts. His coldness had melted slightly, nonetheless he still intimidated Na Ri.

Na Ri realised she had been quiet for long. She nodded slowly because her head throbbed. She must have looked exhausted for he stood up suddenly.

"You should rest, now." He smoothed a hand over his expensive looking vest. "You have the best facilities provided to you here and I will visit you again soon."

He looked about to say something more, but Na Ri interrupted.

"Thank you."

It was a quiet whisper of two words, but it silenced him.

Mr Seo regarded her for a moment with a blank face, and Na Ri feared she had angered him by speaking like that. But he merely nodded his head in acknowledgement, and walked out with his chin up and shoulders back, emitting the same confident and proud aura he had carried into the room. His secretary, Ahn Dan Te followed him out silently.

Na Ri leaned back and closed her eyes, thinking everything over. Some time later a nurse brought her a bowl of soup which tasted terrible --or more like tasteless. She tried pushing away the soup bowl, but the nurse scolded her immediately.

"Can I get one more blanket?" Na Ri said, feeling as though she is being too demanding. "Its cold."

The nurse didn't complain and went out to fetch a blanket.

A while later Na Ri sat snuggled in a white blanket --except for her fractured leg -- with a full stomach.

Everything seemed like a dream. If it was a dream or a nightmare, then it was too vivid to not be true.

A different identity meant Na Ri wouldn't have to worry about her father finding her out constantly, either. Things had turned out well for her, in the end.

Yet her heart was heavy.

Na Ri placed a hand on the machine attached to her heart. Maybe she should have taken some other alley, but she knew she had been panicking. Entering that cursed club had been the first biggest mistake. The second had been her running on the road with her nerves tangled. Three people had died because of these mistakes. Even so she hadn't intended to harm any of them. She told herself that she wasn't to be blamed for any of their death, but she couldn't help the pangs of conscience no matter how much she tried to defend herself to herself.

The night passed easily because her fatigue had enveloped her into sleep quickly.

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Do you think Na Ri is at fault?

~Fawns