Hi all, thank you so much for being patient with me. The fic has gone on longer than I expected, so there will be a part three after this ^^ Hope this lives up to the expectations for the people who have been waiting. Love Bee.
For all those who wants to read the first part is here [PART ONE]
Opening the letter
that was left for him, he starts to feel the dotted dents on the
paper. He was surprised that she knew how to write in braille.
By now, you
should be resting and recovering from surgery, I hope that it was
successful…no, I know it is successful. I am deeply sorry that I
am not there at this moment, but I trust that Jumin is helping
I want to thank you, for giving me the opportunity to
join the RFA, and for everything that happened afterwards, because of
you, I could meet everyone else. For the past two years, it has been
my pleasure to be able to help you by your side.
you has been my happiest times, and I will cherish the memories
forever. Even though I am not there in person, I am with you in
spirit, please don’t strain yourself, and let your body heal. I
know that once your eyesight is recovered you may search for me, I
beg you not to. I have to be away for a while, I’m not sure when I
will be back, but know that I think of you every day. I have
something to do for myself, while I’m away, please take many
beautiful photographs, I’d love to see them someday.
I am certain
that Seayoung can probably track me down, but I hope that you
wouldn’t ask him to, my wish is for you is to have a speedy
recovery and be happy. I need some time to myself, I hope that you
can understand, I still have a lot of work to do, but don’t worry,
I will take care of myself.
Jihyun, I wish
Rika to recover, and I wish you both happiness together. I may not be
there to witness it, but I believe that it will happen. Please be
kind to yourself, and no more tears, okay? I will try to write when I
have the chance to, I may not log into the chat room as often, but I
will if I can.
the RFA is special to me, including you. Jihyun, I wanted to be by
your side for longer, is it greedy for me to ask you to think of me
from time to time? You have made an imprint on my heart, and you will
always be important to me.
As a former
doctor, I am prescribing you plenty of rest, let Jumin help you! As a
friend, I am asking you to let your pain go, and be happy, look
forward to better times, and talk to the others more.
journey now be filled with happiness Jihyun,
V wasn’t sure what
to think of the letter, as his hand slides over the pages, he felt a
little wrinkle in the last page, as if it had been wet. Lying back
down with the pages still in hand, he really did want to find out
where she was, it took all his strength to not press his speed dial
for Seayoung. He wanted to respect her wishes, but the letter was
suspicious, he couldn’t understand why MC would leave without
telling him in person. Feeling empty as it sank in that he may not
see her for a long time, he decided to ask Jumin to see if he knew
anything. Picking up his phone, he presses the speed dial for his
“V? Is something
wrong?” Jumin says picking up the phone quickly
“Jumin, I just
finished MC’s letter, I wanted to ask you something” V could hear
“I will try to
answer what I can” He replies to V
“Did you know that
she had to go away for a while?” V asks him
“Do you know why
she had to go away?” V questions him again
“I told you, she
had to go away for work” Jumin replies, he had his business tone
on, and V wasn’t convinced if he was telling the truth
“You will tell me
if something has happened right?” V finally asks, knowing that he
wouldn’t be able to find out much from him
“You know I will,
if I have to. Please V, you need to rest, don’t think so much” He
heard his friend say
right. Thank you Jumin” V says before hanging up
Lying flat on the
bed, he wanted to believe that MC would walk through the door and
tell him that she was there for him, holding his hand to let him know
that everything was okay. V wanted to believe so much, he drifted off
to sleep still holding onto the letter.
Jumin found himself
sighing way too much in the car, he was certain that if he had stayed
on the phone with V he would end up saying more than he should.
“Driver Kim, I need you to swing by the shops before
heading back” He calls out.
Jaehee watches as
Jumin leaves his office quickly for lunch, she had noticed that the
past week he had been leaving the office for lunch daily, and he
would finish work early or on time, he had been taking work home
rather than finishing it there. At first she thought it might be
something to do with the chairman being around more often with Rise,
but he had never acted that way before with his father’s ex
girlfriends. She had also noticed that the chat room had been quiet
lately, too quiet for Jaehee’s liking. She first noticed that MC
hadn’t been on as much, she once brought it up in chat room but was
told by Jumin that she was busy with deadlines, however, things got
suspicious when Jumin started logging in less. She knew his schedule
and how much work he had, but he always seemed absent when not at
work. He was becoming more cold again, she assumed it was to do with
his father, usually either MC or V were the one that would tell him
off and get away with it, but without them being around lately, she
noticed Jumin was closing himself off again. Her phone gave a small
ring as a notification, logging into the chat room, she was surprised
at the username that was there.
Is that you MC, using V’s phone? V: Hello Jaehee, it’s V. How are
you? Jaehee: I’m confused, MC, are you typing for V? V: No,
it’s me Jaehee: Wait…..are you….can you see? V: It’s
slightly blurry, but I can make out words Jaehee: What? Your
eyesight has recovered? I thought the doctors said it was too
707 HAS ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM
Hey MC! Jaehee, Wahhh wait V? V: Hello Luciel 707: IT’S REALLY
YOU? WTF?? Jaehee: Apparently so..how can you tell straight away Saeyoung? 707: Only V still calls me
Luciel….V, are you…did you get treatment? V: I..got a cornea
donor, I registered on the waiting list, and was lucky to have a
donor. Jaehee: Wow….congratulations V! V: Yes, thank you
Jaehee 707: So you registered and was on the waiting list for a
long time? How come you never told me? How come MC never told us? V:
I registered but it wasn’t a long wait….just over a month maybe or
lesS? I don’t really remember, Jumin and MC knew. I'n sorry, my eyes
are starting to sting, I wil have to go for now. Jaehee: Get some
rest V, you have typo’s 707: Yes, I’ll call you later V: Yes,
thank you. Then, excuse me.
put his phone down and closes his eyes to rest, he was hoping to see
MC in the chat room, he was to be discharged in the morning. For the
time he had been resting at hospital, Jumin had been visiting daily,
he even went to check on Rika for him. When MC mentioned to him that
she would be away for a while, he had hoped she might have been back
when he was to be discharged. She hadn’t called since the day she
rang Jumin. V wanted to call, but would always end up hanging up
before it connected to ring. V told himself that he had to respect
her wishes and privacy, she obviously wanted some time away, he ended
up with the conclusion that she had been his carer for so long, it
was her time to be free and have a well-deserved break.
A knock on the door
pulls him out of his thoughts, he listens as the door opens, he hears
the familiar footsteps of his friend.
“Hello Jumin, how
is your day?” He asks
“Hello. Fine, as
always. How are you? The doctor said you’ve been progressing well,
you’ll still need to wear sunglasses and have your cane since your
eyes still need more time to adjust” Jumin says standing next to
“I’m good thank
you, yes, the doctor told me that too. I just spoke to Luciel and
Jaehee” V replied
“Both at the same
time? I see, you logged into the chat room” Jumin nods at his own
“Yes, they seem
very surprised that I got my sight by a donor…I was hoping to see
MC in the chat, I guess she’s busy” V says in disappointment
“MC did say that
she was busy with work, don’t worry so much” He heard Jumin say
“Has she called
you lately?” V asks him
“No, she hasn’t”
sure she’ll be in touch soon” V says optimistically, even though
his tone of voice said otherwise
about tomorrow, I have everything scheduled, I will visit your house
when I finish work. I’ll try and come by at lunch, but I have an
appointment tomorrow that I can’t move” Jumin says to him
worried. You don’t have to visit every day Jumin, but thank you”
V says with a small smile
“Yes, but I
wouldn’t feel right if I don’t see that you’re okay, plus, MC
has told me to keep an eye on you” said Jumin, as soon as he said
her name, Jumin noticed V stiffened, he realised that it wasn’t a
good idea to have mentioned her.
Jumin sat down and
talked with V a bit more, every so often he’d check the time, he
didn’t want to be late.
just seen you check your watch three times in the last 10 minutes, I
can tell that you need to be somewhere, don’t worry about me, I’ll
be fine” V says to his friend, he had been aware that every lunch
Jumin would visit him, but he would always end up leaving 30 minutes
“Your eyesight is
improving I see, that’s good. I will have to take my leave now, I’m
sorry. I will visit tomorrow after work I must get going or I’ll be
late. Call me if you need anything” Jumin says before dashing out
V wondered to
himself what had made his friend seem to be on edge, he had never
seen Jumin so anxious before. He wasn’t sure if he had felt good or
bad when hearing that MC hadn’t been in touch with Jumin either. He
wanted to know where she was, and if she was okay, but if she had
called Jumin and not him, he imagined that it would be upsetting for
Each time the phone
rang, V found himself disappointed that it wasn’t MC. Each member
of the RFA had called to check how he was. As soon as he had left the
chat room, Seayoung had contacted Zen and Yoosung. He was happy that
they all cared and wanted to see how he was, but he felt a weight on
his chest get heavier as each time his phone rings and it’s not the
voice he wanted it to be.
Eventually, he no
longer wanted to battle the question and decided to message her,
Hey MC, hope
you are well. I won’t ask where you are, I just want to know that
you’re doing okay. V
Pressing the send
button, he waits, he was pleased when his phone vibrated with a
message, only to see that it wasn’t MC. He sighed in
disappointment. When she had finally messaged back, it was already
evening, but he was delighted to hear back from her. He wonders if
this is what the members of the RFA felt when he went away for long
periods before, but it’s not the same, he knew that deep down, the
way he felt was different to the way his friends felt when he
Hello V, I’m
fine thank you. Apologies with not being in touch, don’t worry. MC
V read over the
message again, it felt off, maybe it’s because he always spoke to
her face-face or by phone, but the way she wrote was unfamiliar. A
clamping sensation spreads on his chest as he reads it again, MC was
being too formal with him. First time in so long, he felt lonely,
arguing with himself that it was due to that fact he had gotten use
to things with her around, now that she was suddenly gone, he didn’t
know how to react.
Lying down, he
closes his eyes, wanting sleep to take over, hoping that his thoughts
will clear the next day. He didn’t know what to expect when he gets
back home the next day, but for now, he rather not think about
anything. Pulling out the letter MC had left him from the side table,
he held onto it for comfort and lets the darkness succumb him.
V was surprised to
have both Jumin and Seayoung coming to the hospital to pick him up.
Jumin told him that his appointment was cancelled and he could help
with discharge, Seayoung just happened to tag along. He hadn’t seen
Seayoung in so long that he forgot how vibrant his hair was.
“Let me get that
V” Seayoung says grabbing the bag from him as they get out of
“Um, thank you. I
can do it” V says feeling uncomfortable with so many people to help
“I still don’t
know why we couldn’t take my car, we would have been here much
faster” Seayoung whined
endangering us with your reckless driving? I only trust driver kim to
take me places” Jumin huffs opening the front door for them
“I am an awesome
driver! I passed all the GTA tracks with high scores!” Seayoung
says dropping the bag on the floor and sitting on the couch
driving with a game doesn’t make you a good driver” replied Jumin
with a sigh, picking up the bag that he Seayoung had dropped and
putting it on a chair.
“Yo V, what’s
with all the sticky notes” Seayoung says picking one up that was on
here on the table ‘Don’t forget to eat!’” Jumin read
“MC must have left
these, this one says ‘Don’t stay up too late, you’ll fall
asleep on the couch again’” Seayoung says reading the one from
“I see. Please put
them back where you found them” V tells them
“So, where is
MC? I thought she’d be with us to pick you up” Seayoung asks
“It’s none of
your business” Jumin blurted out
“Hang on a
minute…..did something happen?” Quickly catching on, Seayoung
questions, he could tell that V didn’t seem to happy, even though
he was out of hospital and Jumin had been tense since they mentioned
“MC is away for
work, nothing to worry about” V says with a smile, sitting down
next to him on the couch
“Away for work?
Where? Why didn’t she tell us?” He looked at the two of them
“It was last
minute; she couldn’t change the plans. I’m sure she’ll be in
touch” Jumin replied
fine. I heard from her yesterday” V answers vaguely
“Oh right, I hope
she comes into the chat room soon. Jaehee has been asking for her”
“I’m sorry you
two, but I’m going to get some rest, my eyes are stinging from
being outside for so long” V suddenly says with a sigh
“Of course, the
nurses and security guards will be here” Jumin replied
“If you need
anything, call me V” Saeyoung says giving him a pat on the shoulder
“No, call me,
Seayoung never picks up” Jumin says bluntly
“I do when it’s
V” he replied pulling a face at Jumin
“Jumin, I don’t
need so many people. It’s uncomfortable” V admitted
with you, the nurses and one security guard” Folding his arms,
Jumin was back to business mode
“That’s not much
of a compromise. I don’t need nurses or security guards Jumin” V
“At least have one
nurse and one security guard here, to ease my worries. Remember, MC
told me to keep an eye on you” Jumin says pulling out the trump
words ring in V’s head as he heard Jumin speak ‘Let
Jumin help you’
security guard, and no one else.” V says
“A nurse would be
a great help-” Jumin began to speak
“I am very capable
Jumin, I am accepting to have one security guard” Jumin rarely
hears V sounding so strict, not wanting to cause any disagreements,
After leaving V on
his own, feeling awkward with someone else that wasn’t MC in his
home, he tells the security guard to rest on the couch. Going into
the kitchen, V closed his eyes, and starts gliding his hands over the
counter top, guiding him to make himself some tea. With his eyes
closed, he can at least pretend that she was there. He sits down at
the same seat he always sat and sips the hot tea. He wanted to
believe she was next to him, sitting in her usual seat, he places a
hand over the seat and felt a piece of paper. Opening his eyes, he
sees that it was another sticky note. Reading the note, he smiles at
how this was the first time he’s actually seen MC’s handwriting, even
her handwriting was beautiful.
‘Are you eating
well? I’m eating with you in spirit, yum yum!’
The smile upon his
face disappeared as fast as it appeared, crumpling the small paper in
frustration, he sighs, not being able to throw it away, he pats paper
out as smoothly as possible, placing it back to where he found it. He
knew, he should be feeling happy that he was back home, he has his
eye sight back. Leaving the cup on the counter he walks out, once
again closing his eyes, he lets the touch of the furnishings guide
him around the condo, as he reaches the door handle for what was MC’s
room, nostalgia floods him, he opens the door to take a look inside.
A sudden rush of warmth filled him as he could still smell her scent
lingering in the air.
Sitting on the bed,
he noticed the room was bare, she had taken most of her belongings.
Taking his glasses off, he lays down on the bed, pulling the covers
over him, he takes in her scent. He missed her, with tears on the
brim of his eyes, he realised how much he misses her. He thought that
once he had his sight back, she would still be here living with him,
he puts himself down on how foolish he was to believe that. No matter
how much he questioned and argued with himself, it doesn’t change how
he feels, he knew before, but he never fully admitted it.
In the same city not
too far away from him, MC sat on her bed trying to organize her
thoughts. It hadn’t been that long since she parted from him, each
day she would think of him, how was he? What was he doing? Has he
eaten? She wanted nothing more than to call him, but that would only
complicate things as she knew that he would question her.
fine MC, get it together,
just a few more days and you’ll be away,
she says to herself.
“MC, you don’t
have to leave. Let me take care of you” Jumin says to her,
clutching onto her hand
“I don’t want
to burden you Jumin, I can take of myself” MC says with a smile
burdening! You know that. Why are you running away MC!” he was
running away!” MC retaliated
“Yes you ARE!”
“We had this
discussion in your office, you was fully aware of the situation” MC
“I never said I
agreed with it” Jumin points out
“Jumin, I can’t
stay, you know why..” MC holds his hand back
“I know I’m not
V, can you not…I mean…no… I’m begging you, let me take care of
you, lean on me. I can give you anything you want, I can do anything
you want. Dammit MC, let me do something”
Jumin lets out a
sigh and pauses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he softens
“You know how I
feel about you, and I am fully aware of your feelings for V. I know I
cannot take his place, but won’t you just let me help you”
woman would be so lucky to have you-”
“I don’t want
to hear it. There has been only two women in my life that understood
me, one became mentally ill, and the other is right in front of me,
the chance of finding someone else…I don’t want to find anyone
else. I’m happy with just helping you, if I can just do that..”Jumin
“I have to go
Jumin, you know this. You promised me you’ll look after V, and you
are doing something, you’ve helped me so much already, I am very
grateful to have you as my friend” MC sniffed, as tears start
welling up in the brim of her eyes
just…once…..” Jumin whispers, closing the gap between them, his
hand cupping her cheek
She had to admit, she was curious
Not pulling away
from him, Jumin accepts it as consent and gently brushes his lips
over hers, lingering with their top lips touching, he could feel her
breathe against his, slowly he takes her lips, giving her a chaste
kiss. Controlling himself, he regrettably pulls away and strokes her
cheek, her expression said it all.
feel anything did you?” He asks softly
Jumin..” She could hear the disappointment in his voice
“Don’t be, you
told me before, we do not control how we feel, we just manage and
maintain them in the best way we can. I wish I could say that I would
do anything to change how you feel, but, I know that you only love V”
He sighs again
“Thank you, for
everything Jumin. I am so grateful to have you as my friend” MC
says once again.
END OF FLASH BACK
MC touched her lips
as she remembered the kiss, she felt nothing. A flash of her kissing
V on the couch crosses her mind, her stomach did a flip again,
smiling at herself, only V could do that to her. Her smile disappears
as she knows she will have to be far away from everyone soon. Falling
onto the bed she starts to cry silently and calling out his name
until sleep took over.
A slow week went by
and V found himself feeling more empty. He sighs as the security
guard opens the door to the hospital for him, even though he had
mentioned that he was perfectly capable of opening doors himself,
that didn’t stop the security guard. Walking along the familiar
corridors, he remembered it to be just like it was before he couldn’t
see. Stopping by the doctors office, he enquires about Rika’s
condition, as expected, nothing had changed.
Knocking on the door
he calls out to her before entering, leaving the security guard
standing outside. Rika sat by the window, staring outside, she looked
more frail, her blonde wavy hair seemed dull, her skin paler than he
last remembered. He takes a seat opposite her.
I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long” V says
He looks at her
seeing if there was any indication of expression, her eyes darted
over to the table on the other side of the room then turning back to
look out the window.
“Ah, MC won’t be
coming with me to visit for a while, I should have brought food, she
usually cooks. I’ll remember next time” V realising on why she
looked at the table
him, for the first time, he was stumped on what to say to Rika.
Before, it was easy to talk to her, and tell her how he’s been, and
asking her questions only to be replied with silence. Now it was
different, he wasn’t sure why. V took a moment to watch her, as she
stares expressionless at the sky. Sliding his hand through his hair
he sighs and lean back into the chair.
“Rika, I have my
eye sight back. I can see you. I, have been having a hard time trying
to figure something out, but I’m coming to dead ends each time. There
are so many things I want to say out loud, but I cannot burden you
with my problems” V says.
V put a hand out and
brushed her hair behind her shoulder, she sat motionless, he suddenly felt
awkward. Cursing himself, he wasn’t expecting this to happen. Feeling
guilty as he knew that this wasn’t the place he want to be, and she
wasn’t the person that he wanted to see. Groaning inwardly, he takes
out his phone then shoving it back in his pocket with a sigh.
Standing up from the chair, he strokes Rika’s hair once before going
to the door.
“I’m so sorry
Rika, I’ve broken the promise. I still care about you and will always
be here for you, but I cannot keep that promise any more” He says
before opening the door and heading out.
V walks slowly down
the corridor with the security following closely behind. He stops as
he felt the ray of sunshine hit him, looking up, he sees children
playing in the patients garden. He wondered where MC was as he
remembers one of the last time he spoke to her here.
“Mr..?” A tug at
his trousers took his attention
The security guard
looks at V who holds his hand up to indicate it was fine.
“Hello there, how
can I help you?” Crouching down, he asks the little girl in front
“You’re the Mr
that comes with Dr.C” She states
“I am, you have a
good memory” V smiles recognising the voice
“Yes, I am very
good at remembering things” The little girl grins proudly
“That is very
good!” V chuckles lightly
Dr.C?” Taken back with her question, V scratched his head before
“Well, Dr.C is
away for work for a while, but I’m sure she’ll visit you soon” V
me she would come see me…” The girl whined
“I see. Well, I
know Dr.C very well, and Dr.C always keeps her promise” He pats her
girl looks at him with hope
“Yes, really. So
don’t be sad okay? Dr.C wouldn’t like that” V says to her
“Okay! I’m going
to find my friends now. Thank you Mr.” The girl runs off to the
garden waving at him
V waves back at the
little girl and heads home. As soon as he got in, he heads to his
room and pulls out his phone, grateful that he now had a valid reason
to contact her. Before he could call her, his phone rang flashing the
name MC. Surprised at the caller, he quickly answers the phone.
are you?” He heard her voice
“MC…I was just
about to call you..I’m fine, how are you?” He asks
“Good, I’m well,
thank you. How is your eyesight?” MC questions
better each day, I still have to wear sunglasses while out, but I
don’t need them in doors anymore” V says with a slight smile
“That’s great V,
congratulations!” He could sense her smile through her warm words
“MC, I-” He was
cut off from a familiar voice on her side
sorry!’ Ah, V, I’m sorry I have to get going now, I will call
another time. Please take care of yourself” She rushes him off the
phone before he could say anything else.
Feeling a sting in
his chest, he wondered who the voice belonged to. He frowns as he
wrecks his mind trying to recognise it.
V hadn’t been able
to pinpoint who the voice belonged to, he had been distracted
thinking about it all week. Taking a sip of coffee, he still wasn’t
use to not having breakfast in the morning, he had tried to cook
once, but it didn’t taste anything like MC’s, so he settled in only
having coffee in the morning,
Logging into the
chat room, he hadn’t logged in since he spoke to Jaehee and Seayoung.
Zen: V!?! You’re
here! 707: Woah V!! Nice to see you on Jaehee: Good
morning V, I hope you’ve been well. V: Hello
ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM
V…how are you? V: Yoosung, it’s
good to see you here Yoosung★: I’m
always here, you never come in Zen: …. 707: …. Jaehee: Yoosung.. Yoosung★: OMG,
I was trying to make a joke, I just realised how it sounded…I’m so
sorry… V: haha, it’s
okay Yoosung Zen: Only Yoosung can mess up a joke -_- 707: Lolol V: Jaehee, how
have you been? Jaehee: Good
thank you, still the same and working a lot of overtime lately. Zen: That jerk
always gives you way too much work!
JUMIN HAN HAS
ENTERED CHAT ROOM
Jumin Han: You
were dissing me again. V, hello V: Jumin, good
morning Jaehee: Good
morning 707: Wow the chat
room is full today Yoosung★: We’re missing someone… Zen: We
are? Jaehee: … Jumin Han: And
only Zen can forget someone already Zen: Shut
up! Jaehee: Have you spoken to MC V? V: Yes 707: Tell her to
come in sometime, it’s been so long Zen: Oh shit..yeah, where is
MC? Jaehee: It has been a while, I wondered too Yoosung★: I
miss MC.. Jumin Han: MC’s just been busy with work Yoosung★: She
could at least come in to let us know she’s okay Zen: Yeah, it’s
like she’s disappeared 707: Maybe I should track her? 707! To the
rescue! V: NO Jumin Han: NO 707: ..Woah, down
boys, I was only asking Zen: What’s with
you two? V: Nothing, respect her privacy Jumin Han: What V
said. Jaehee: I tried
calling her, but she hasn’t been answering, I’m worried Jumin Han:
There’s nothing to worry about, she’s busy Yoosung★: Why do I
get the feeling that you know something we don’t? Jumin Han: Why
are you so suspicious? V: Jumin’s right,
she’s busy with work Jaehee: I guess
she has a deadline maybe? Anyway, I do hope she comes in sometime,
will be nice to have another female in here again. Zen: Haha
Jaehee, what’s wrong with just us? 707: Yeah! It’s a lovely
sausage fest in here! Yoosung★: ……… Zen: ……. Jumin Han: …… Jaehee: My point
exactly..I’m going to go, I have to prepare for the day
HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM
left quick Zen: I don’t blame her, seven just escalated things Jumin Han: I
don’t know why I logged in here now, I’m going to get ready for work,
goodbye V: Goodbye
JUMIN HAN HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM
ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM
Jaehee: Oh, Mr.
Han left already, I was going to ask him something Yoosung★:
Jaehee, I want to apologise on behalf of seven, I feel like he said
something offensive Jaehee: You don’t have to apologise Yoosung,
you didn’t say anything, besides…I’m use to Seayoung’s weird
conversations 707: See, Jaehee
loves me really!! Jaehee: It is too early for this
ENTERED THE CHAT ROOM
Jaehee: MC! Zen:
MC! It’s you! Yoosung★: You’re here! 707: MCMCMCMC! V:
..Hello MC MC: Wow, hi…lol seven 707: And that ladies and
gents, is how you get someone to type your name Jaehee: -_- don’t
you have work to do Seayoung? 707: Nope ~ Zen: How are you
MC? It’s been a while since you’ve been here Yoosung★: Yeah MC,
I’ve missed you T_T Jaehee: I was about to go too, I’m so glad to have caught you, how have you been? MC: I’ve missed everyone too, I’m sorry I
haven’t been on lately, work has been taking up my time. V: MC, I was
hoping to talk to you on the phone, we got cut off last time 707:
Why do you never call me T_T Zen: Because you never pick up! 707:
Hey! I do sometimes, if MC called I will MC: Yes, I remember. We
shall talk again soon, I will call once I get the chance to, I do
apologise about that Yoosung★: MC…are you okay? You sound as
formal as Jaehee.. Jaehee: Me?
Really? Zen: A little, reminds me of someone.. MC: I’ve said
two sentences and I’m getting interrogated… Yoosung★: NO NO!
That’s not what I meant.. MC: Then what did you mean? V:
MC..are you okay? MC: Yes, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I’m a little
stressed, I have to get going. Goodbye
MC HAS LEFT THE CHAT
Hmm Yoosung★: T_T Did I do something wrong? Jaehee: That
was…different.. 707: Don’t worry Yoosung, she said she’s
stressed. V: Don’t take it
personally Yoosung Yoosung★: But…she’s never snapped at me
like that before Zen: ..I agree with Yoosung actually, she seemed
a bit “off” Jaehee: I think so too….gosh look at the time, I’m late now,
Mr. Han won’t be pleased. Goodbye Zen Zen: Bye Jaehee
HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM
Bye… Yoosung★: Oh, she left.. 707: I have to get going too,
getting beeped again. Laterz
707 HAS LEFT THE CHAT ROOM
V: Yoosung, don’t
think too much on it. MC has been working a lot lately, I’m sure she
didn’t mean to sound like that. Zen: Yeah..MC’s never like that,
she must be really stressed. Yoosung★: You’re probably right…I
have go get ready for work too, bye V: Have a good day.. Zen:
Bye Yoosung★: Thank you V, oh, I’m glad you have your sight
back. V: Thank you.. Zen: Yeah, I have
to go to rehearsals, please come in more often V V: I will try to
log in more regularly from now on. Yoosung★:
Bye Zen: Bye V: Goodbye
LEFT THE CHAT ROOM
ZEN HAS LEFT THE
Putting his phone
back down, V thought to himself, he actually agreed with Yoosung, MC
wasn’t being herself, she acted distant and too formal. He wondered
if it’s because she hadn’t been in the chat room for a while. He
sighs as he brushes it off, she was probably really stressed with
work. It doesn’t stop the niggling feeling he had in the back of his
mind, unable to get his thoughts off the situation, he picks up his
phone and calls the one person he knew that MC was close to.
“V? Is everything
okay?” Jumin answers
“Yes..I wanted to
talk about you about something, are you at the office?” V says
“Yes, come up,
I’ll let assistant Kang know that we’ll be expecting you” Jumin
“Be there soon”
V hangs up
V couldn’t get out
of his home faster as he makes his way to the C&R building. He
was certain that Jumin knew something he didn’t. Luckily, the
security guard had a car and drove him the the heart of the city,
where the building was located. He hoped that his instincts were
correct, and Jumin could give him some information. He was not use to
being the one that was out of the loop, a sudden realisation dawned
on him, is this the same feeling that Yoosung had when he kept so
many secrets from them.
Waiting for the
elevator to arrive at Jumin’s floor, V pondered over the meaning of
karma. He originally kept secrets, now secrets are being kept from
him, he had to admit to himself, it was not a nice feeling.
Mr. Han told me to be expecting you, I didn’t think you would be here
so fast” Jaehee stands up quickly as V strode in
Jaehee, I’m sorry that I interrupted the schedule, I know how busy
Jumin is” V apologized
“Not at all, Mr. Han is very good
at rearranging things last minute” Jaehee replied
“I wish we could
talk more since it’s the first time we’ve seen each other in a while,
but I have to talk to Jumin and I don’t want to waste any more of his
work hours” Jaehee could hear the slight desperation in V’s voice.
Jumins door swings
open as V was about to knock.
“V, I thought I heard your
voice” Jumin says standing by the door off his office.
“Jumin, let’s talk
inside your office” V says walking in
Kang, make sure no one interrupts us” Jumin says before closing the
Jaehee didn’t get
the chance to reply as the door closes, the scene was all too
familiar to her, she wondered if it was connected.
wrong V?” Jumin asks sitting down at the couch
“Jumin, you have
never hid anything from me in all the years we have known each other”
V says taking a seat opposite him
“Of course I
haven't” Jumin replies
“So where is MC?” V flat out asks
“Why do you think
I know where she is?” Jumin questions.
“Because, I know
you’re the only other person that she’s close to” V sighs
doesn’t mean she would tell me” Jumin says in business tone
“Why are you not
telling me? You’re avoiding the question all together” Trying to
hold himself together, V takes a deep breath
Jumin stands and
walks over to his desk, with his back to V, his hands leaning on the
desk he was finding it hard to hold himself together too, as the
pause lingers in the air. V couldn’t help but break the silence.
“I know that you
know something Jumin” V says standing up.
you where she is” Jumin says with a sigh
“She doesn’t want
me to know..” V says in a flat tone
“Let me ask you
something instead V, you came all this way to ask me about MC. Why do
you want to see her?” Jumin turns around with folded arms, he
stares at V
dearly to me, and I’m worried about her!” V says in a matter of
“She means dearly to everyone in the RFA,
including me, we all worry about her, but why did you come all this
way? Why are you so upset? Is it because you have grown accustomed
with her company? Or is it something else?” Jumin questions him
“I have lived with her for two years Jumin. Of course
I’m upset, she left without telling me anything, it’s not like her”
V raising his voice slightly
“She is our
friend, and was your carer. With your eyesight back, you no longer
needed a carer, you said so yourself that you didn’t need a nurse,
and you were perfectly capable” Jumin says without breaking a
“I miss her” V
said looking at Jumin in the eye
“We all do V.
Question is now, do you miss her as a friend or are your intentions
more?” He hears Jumin ask
V looks at his
friend, Jumin was staring right back at him. V could feel how tense
the air was, he could see that Jumin was waiting for him to answer.
He straightens himself up, realising that he had been letting his
frustration get to him. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he didn’t
want to show Jumin that he was clenching his fist because of it.
Summary: The third time she met Garrus Vakarian,
it was to take her daughter away, and it broke her heart. It turned out she wasn’t the only one.
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The third time she met Garrus Vakarian, it was to take her daughter away, and it broke her heart.
had explained things to her, basic things – what she was doing
(stopping threats against humanity) and who she was doing it with
(Cerberus; she’d had no choice). If Janie
had left some questions unanswered (her two year gap; the scars on her face), then Hannah trusted that she had a damn good reason for
But this was almost – even for a
mother – beyond the pale. Arahot was an op gone bad on every level
– and one that was indefensible.
Janie would have to come home. Janie
would have to face trial.
And, as her mother, there was nothing
Hannah Shepard could do about it. There was no way to make it better;
no comforting words to say.
Janie simply had to be taken in.
But even though Hannah Shepard hated
doing it, but she’d be damned if she let any other officer do it. If
Janie had to be taken into custody, it was going to be by her mother,
talk of preferential treatment be damned.
Imagine a world where one’s DNA, blood, and tissue samples were on file.
Everyone is on file. Whenever someone with a compatibility to you fell
deathly ill, you could be compelled to give them blood, marrow, a
kidney, a portion of intestine or pancreas or liver or lung. There are
no donor waiting lists. Countless lives are saved. So why does it sound
like a dystopian novel? Oh right, because treating every human organ as
if it were a uterus would be terrifying.
I say this a lot but they insist it’s not the same thing. It really is the same though.
If it really was about ‘all life is sacred’ they would be 100% with the idea of everyone being a registered donor and not having a choice when it came to giving up something, so long as there was a reasonable chance they would survive the procedure. Sure, some people would die after giving a kidney or lung, but most don’t so no one should have a choice.
And it is for a stranger when it involves pregnancy too. You’ve never actually met it, you don’t know it. It’s a stranger that happens to share your DNA. Sharing DNA doesn’t make you not strangers either. I share DNA with my maternal grandfather, but I’ve never met him. He’s a stranger. I share DNA with my paternal uncle and cousin, but I’ve met one of them only once, and the other never. They’re strangers who I happen to share DNA with. Same with a fetus. It’s a stranger I would happen to share DNA with should one ever exist.
When I was at school just the other week, there was a girl who said that she would “never consider organ donation, because they were her organs.” She spoke it with disgust.
Unfortunately for her she was sitting right beside me, and as I’m the daughter of a transplant patient I’m sure you can imagine how I reacted.
When I was eight years old, my dad was diagnosed with kidney failure. He was in and out of hospital, and had to undergo the operation to fit his dialysis equipment twice because it failed the first time (originally intended to go through his left wrist, but ended up in his stomach).
Before, my dad was a professional golfer. He’s always been a big guy - 6" 4 inches, broad shoulders, big shoes - but the change that followed was just hideous. He lost an unbelievable amount of weight and his hands and feet were constantly shaking and painful as a side-effect of the treatments that were keeping him alive. He couldn’t work anymore, so he had to leave his Pro position at the nearby golf club. My mum became his carer. In the space of a year or so we went from being high-earners to living on benefits.
We were told that if a suitable donor was found we’d get a phone call - as a little kid I was stuck on this idea and I’d stay awake late at night sometimes, waiting for the phone to ring. It didn’t.
My mum tried to donate, and we got right through to the final stages of testing before the doctors said they couldn’t risk it due to health concerns of her own.
When I was eleven years old, another professional golfer that we sort-of knew came to us. He wanted to donate. The tests went ahead - he was a match - and my dad got the transplant. The donor went on to run a marathon not long after!
I’m aware of just how lucky we are. We weren’t left to the mercy of the register - my dad made it. My dad’s donor is my hero. His brave, kind act will never be forgotten, and I love him so much for helping us when we could do nothing in return.
I fully intend to put myself forwards as a donor whenever my dad’s transplant gives out, and I signed up to the donor registry the day after I turned seventeen. I did that because I know that to give an organ could never be disgusting - if, in death, I can save a father/son/daughter/mother/sister/brother/friend - if I can save anyone - then I feel like I will have done the right thing. I know what it feels like to be on the register, even if it wasn’t me - because you aren’t just saving the recipient. You’re saving all of the people who love and care about them, too.
"If you're pro life you should donate blood and organs"
This command comes from pro choicers who believe that abortion is the same as refusing to give blood, and that pregnancy is a charity like giving blood.
And I will prove you are wrong one last time:
Donating blood is comparable to pregnancy, yes. You do share your body fluids with the foetus etc.
BUT refusing to give blood is ENTIRELY incomparable to abortion.
Giving blood to other people is giving life to people that aren’t your responsibility. Whose death you are not causing and cannot cause. If someone halfway across the country that I do not know dies of blood loss, I have not killed them.I have no duty to those people, but refusal to help is passive and abortion is active and there is a huge and incredibly important distinction between the two.
If someone halfway across the world dies of starvation, my choosing not ro give money to the charity that could save them is not the sole reason they are dead. I have not killed them. My lack of action hasn’t helped, but I personally have not ripped them up or injected them with toxins and murdered them in their sleep.
That is what abortion is.
Abortion is not the simply refusing to help a stranger one does not know and has not seen, whose health is in no way directly reliant on your help an aid, that may or may not die or become ill because of actions you refuse to carry out.
Abortion is the active killing and removal of a foetus that results in the guaranteed and instantaneous death of your child who YOU created and put there and who is entirely and 100% your responsibility and who you have a duty of care to.
Now don’t you dare tell me that they’re the same because the sre different in almost every conceivable way.
Refusal to donate: passive/indirect/stranger/not the sole cause of death/potential death only/potential salvation with donation only.
Abortion: active/direct/purposeful/immediate/your child/sole cause of death/100% garuantee.
On a side note, donating blood is a super amazing thing to do and I would encourage anyone to do it as it’s very rewarding. And I will be on the organ donor register.
Derek had forgotten all about it, honestly. He’d done it a few months after he and his sister Laura had moved to New York, soon after the freak electrical fire that burned his house down along with the rest of his family. It was a cold, winter night and he’d been walking the streets aimlessly when he’d passed by a medical center and seen a bright sign out of the corner of his eye.
“Donate an organ, save a life,” the sign had said. For that brief moment, he thought maybe the dull pain he felt inside every day could somehow be eased by giving away a piece of himself to help someone else feel more whole.
Derek had immediately swung open the door, walked in, and signed up to be a donor. A kind doctor guided him through the process of signing up to be a donor upon potential death, and then talked him through the options for donating an organ while still alive. He listened, asked questions, and ultimately decided to volunteer himself as a kidney donor. The medical center had done tests on him the next day, and the same smiling doctor had embraced him and thanked him as she told him they’d put him on the donor registry and would contact him if a match appeared.
Derek had left the center, feeling lighter than he had in months. Two days later, his sister died, and all thoughts of his potential donation flew out the window.
It’s not until years later, when he’s living in his old Hometown, that he’s reminded of it. – Derek is in the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, after getting dozens of stitches in his hand. He’d sliced it up pretty badly that morning while working on one of the gargantuan metal sculptures that he’s managed to develop from a cathartic hobby into a sort of career.
He’s staring at his hand morosely, wondering how long it will be before he can work again, when his nurse, Melissa, comes into the room, smiling shyly at him. She seems a little nervous, and Derek does his best not to panic.
“Am I okay?” he asks her quickly as she walks over to him.
She places a hand on his arm, placating him quickly. “Yes! Absolutely fine! Your stitches were done perfectly. You’ll heal well with minimal scarring.”
Derek relaxes immediately, but Melissa doesn’t seem any more calm. He studies her intently, watching her fiddle with the chart she’s holding in her hands.
The room remains silent until Melissa finally says, “However…I did notice in your records that you’re, um, a donor? Specifically, you’re registered as a kidney donor?” she glances up at him briefly.
Derek stares blankly at her without comprehension before the memory of the New York medical center comes flooding back.
“Oh,” he states, “Yeah, I guess.”
Melissa looks even more nervous now as she bites her lip and stares down at his chart. Then she takes a deep, steadying, breath and looks him straight in the eye.
“Derek, I’m going to be completely honest with you.” She squeezes his arm gently. “My stepson-he’s an amazing kid. I love him as much as I would if he was my own son-he’s smart, and sarcastic, and witty, and just plain good. But he’s sick-and he needs a kidney transplant, badly. Like as soon as possible. And you-Derek-you’re a match.”