Chapter 2: Waiting
Panic flowed through the Casanova's brain so fast he felt dizzy. Holding onto the table for support, he waited. He needed more.
"She's in a bad way bro. We called the ambulance. I only found out because she was dialing my cell when it happened. Or, maybe she hit it accidentally. All I know is that she's at Seiyo Memorial Hospital and I don't care what you're doing right now, you need to get your sorry butt over here!" Yi Jung was already in his car.
'She's going to be ok. She's going to be ok.' His mind chanted like a mantra. She was going to be ok. Ga Eul always ended up ok. No matter what happened. She always got up again, no matter how many times life was knocked her to the ground. When he reached the hospital, he all but ran to the receptionist's desk.
"What room is Chu Ga Eul in?" He panted. He looked quite a sight. He wore only a white disheveled dress shirt and a loose tie with black pants stained with the mud outside. He was also absolutely soaked to the bone. It had started raining when he'd been on his way there. The woman receptionist gave him a once over. He was still stunningly handsome even if he looked like a stray cat caught in a storm.
"What was that sir?" Yi Jung held back a swear. As if he needed a new woman to think about.
"What room is Chu Ga Eul in?" He repeated.
"Yo! Yi Jung!" Whirling at the sound of his friend's voice, the young potter raced toward Woo Bin to find Jan Di, and the rest of the F4 sitting outside a room. They all had somber faces.
"Is she alright?" He had trouble forming the words.
"She's in the ICU right now." Ji Hoo spoke softly. Nodding, Yi Jung collapsed into a chair in between Ji Hoo and Woo Bin. Jun Pyo was glancing anxiously between the doors to the ICU and at his silent girl friend who seemed to be in a stated of utter shock. Every now and then Ji Hoo would reach over and pat Jan Di's hand reassuringly.
It was hours. They sat there for hours just waiting; waiting for news good or bad. Yi Jung thought he might just go mad. The only thing that kept him sane was the memory of Ga Eul standing in his workshop with a smile on her face. He never moved from his spot in the uncomfortable white chair. Once in a while one of his friends would go to the bathroom or to get coffee. He couldn't drink the bitter liquid. It burned his throat.
Finally, a doctor came from behind the door. His face was grim. Yi Jung's heart jumped to his throat. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Jan Di, and looking next to him, Woo Bin looked positively ashen while Ji Hoo's eyes were wide and Jun Pyo was as tense as a cobra ready to strike.
"Are you related to Chu Ga Eul?"
"Yes!" The chorus of voices lying was so quick that the Doctor was taken aback. They didn't look like family. They all looked totally different. A strange group indeed. There was a tall boy with brown curly hair and an aristocratic air about him. He was comforting a small girl with short black hair put into shabby pig tails. On the other side of the girl sat a teen with blond hair (with just a tinge of brown and red in it) and dressed completely in white. He looked as if he'd been interrupted sleeping, yet held an intelligent feeling as if he was more than he seemed. Beside the blond haired boy was a dark haired man who had clearly left his home in a hurry judging by his disheveled state. His eyes were dark with worry and conflicting emotions. The boy next to him had light brown hair and gave off a dangerous aura, though he seemed friendly enough. His leather jacket and dark red shirt seemed familiar and the familiarity was not a pleasant one.
The doctor was going to tell them the hospital's policy, but then he looked at the dark haired, dirty playboy. As if reading his mind, the boy stood up.
"We are related to her. Take us to her now. The emotions flickering in the boy's face was enough. Policy could wait.