Please
After sunset, the room darkened, and Lisa finally came back to her senses. She started searching through my luggage again.
Then, she found it — my wallet.
She took out everything containing information about my identity: my passport, driving license, credit card, membership card for the supermarket next to my previous home, and my library card.
After arranging all the documents in front of her, she found that the item we were both searching for was missing — my ID card.
If my ID card was there, she would have been able to confirm that I was coming back. However, it wasn't there. But since my passport was present, she could only conclude that I was still in the country.
I didn't know where my ID card had gone. Thinking about it, the only possibility was that Sehun took it away. I wasn't very sure about the law regarding this, but ID cards most likely would have been returned to the government when someone died. There was no point in keeping them, and people might use them for illegal activities.
The sky already turned dark. Sensing that I wouldn't be here, Lisa left dejectedly.
For some reason, she took my ring along.
Lisa was extremely quiet on the way back. It felt strange to me. I only realized her current state when she switched on the lights back at home.
Her whole face appeared a ghastly white, and the colour of her lips was horrifying. I then remembered that she hadn't eaten anything since this morning.
She was born with a weak stomach, but she didn't know how to take care of herself. When she was young, she often had stomach pain. During the time I stayed with her, I meticulously took care of her every day. I constantly nagged and forced her to eat properly, so she got better. However, it had recurred again today.
What's worse, she actually took out a can of ice-cold beer from the fridge and started drinking.
Lisa-ya, you're having stomach pain. Did you think that you could suppress it with a cold drink???
I was furious. Did she simply lack common sense, or was she trying to torture herself?
Halfway through drinking, her stomach started protesting as expected. It felt so painful she shrunk into herself, and the Chivas Regal fell onto the floor.
Her back was bent, and her right hand clutched her abdomen. Cold sweat started forming on her forehead.
Wanting to help her, I instinctively went forward, but I went through her body instead. Seeing this, I felt ridiculous.
She painstakingly stumbled to the sofa and immediately curled into a ball. Both of her arms hugged her stomach, and she couldn't help but groan.
As if she was drowning, she raised her head and sucked in large gulps of air. She sweated non-stop, and the veins on her neck could be seen. Since she was thin, I could clearly see her abdomen convulse from the outside. She kept hugging herself, clearly tortured by the pain.
I was very worried, but I couldn't do anything. Jennie was currently at L.A, and I couldn't touch anything. The only thing I could hope for was for Lisa to call the doctor herself. However, Lisa was currently in too much pain and wasn't in the condition to call for help.
Lisa had actually fallen down from the sofa and was now writhing on the floor. I've never seen her in so much pain before, and I almost cried out of distress. Her body convulsed, and she vomited, but barely anything came out.
Her face already turned a frightening white. I wished to hug her. I shouted at her, but it was all useless. I could only watch as she tossed around and suffered.
The pain continued, and her voice became hoarse from all her shouting. She had used up all her strength and just laid dazedly on the floor. In the midst of it, she had vomited bile. It dirtied her face and stained her shirt, but she wasn't in the state to care. She still groaned in pain, and she continued hugging her stomach in her half-conscious state.
Seeing her like this, I worried that it would be dangerous for her to lose consciousness. I shouted at her, pleading her not to fall asleep.
She didn't respond. For a moment, I forgot she couldn't hear me. I thought she had completely lost consciousness. Fear sunk into the pit of my stomach, and I slapped her face non-stop to try and wake her up. She stayed still. I hooked my arms under her and lifted her up.
I already carried her to the sofa when the realization of what I had just done struck me.
I was already dead. Why was I able to touch her?
I thought I was dreaming, but she really did move from the floor to the sofa, and I was the one who carried her.
I raised my hand to touch myself. And, as if I was still alive, I could touch my own face.
I couldn't feel any warmth, but I certainly felt my face.
Then, I tried touching the sofa and the coffee table. I could feel them!
I didn't know if it was a death god or something else that was hiding somewhere trying to play a joke on me, but I could only thank them now.
No matter what, saving Lisa came first.
I called the hospital immediately. When the other side picked up, I hurriedly shouted the present situation.
Despite that, what came from the phone was the beautiful, yet hesitant voice of the nurse on duty.
"Hello, this is Kangbuk Samsung Hospital. Please say something."
"You can't hear me?" I practically shouted for my life.
"Hello, please say something..."
I felt helpless as I held onto the phone. What should I do? The living people in the hospital were unable to hear me. I hung up the phone and stood up, wanting to head out to call someone for help. However, an invisible force held me back. It was then I remembered — I could only move about three metres away from Lisa.
Despite the fact that I was miraculously able to touch, the situation was still bleak.
Her face was turning blue, and she trembled non-stop.
Without any other options, I could only try the method I always used to dissolve her stomach pain. I searched around. Fortunately, she still had some medication. I started boiling water and prepared a glass of warm milk. Then, I took some ginseng and started cooking insam-cha.
When I brought the medicine and cup of warm ginseng tea, she was awake. However, the pain put her in a daze.
"Cold..." She said with a hoarse voice.
Although I couldn't feel the temperature of the air, I remembered that this house should be warm due to the heater, even in the winter. Yet, Lisa felt cold. She had probably expended too much energy.
My heart ached. Scolding myself for my mistake, I quickly grabbed the thick blanket on the side and covered her up. Carefully holding her in my embrace, I coaxed her, "Here, have some medicine, and it won't be painful anymore."
Since she was in a daze, she didn't respond to me. Instead, she said, "Irene-ah, I feel cold..."
She only called my name, but to me, it sounded like something exploded beside my ear.
All she did was softly call out my name, but I was instantly overwhelmed.
I couldn't help but hug her tightly. I knew that my body wasn't able to give her any warmth, but I still wanted to hug her as if she would feel warmer.
Although she looked pale in my embrace, she still looked as handsome, beautiful, otherworldly and moving as usual.
"Irene, Irene, I feel cold..." She continued rambling. Then, seemingly like a lost child who found her mother, she started crying.
"I know, I know." I knew that she was in pain. I knew that she felt cold. I coaxed her, saying, "Here, have some tea, and you won't feel cold anymore."
I wasn't sure whether she knew what she was doing, but she still managed to take the medicine and drink the insam-cha I gave her.
Since my hand was cold, I used warm water to wet a towel and gently rub the painful area under her shirt.
She leaned into my embrace, brow no longer as scrunched up as before.
I stood up to go change the towel, but she pulled me back.
"Irene, don't go..."
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"Please."
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