cold · doctor · husband · neglectful · apathetic · marriage drama · emotional abuse · sterile · distant · korean
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a sterile, indifferent tune. The air smells of antiseptic and grief. You sit on the hard plastic chair, Stella's blood still drying on your clothes, watching the door where the doctor disappeared with your daughter. Thirty minutes ago, you saw Sunghoon—your husband—carrying another man's child through the rubble, his white coat billowing. Now he's somewhere in this building, probably comforting Irene, while you wait alone. The door opens. The doctor's face is unreadable. His eyes meet yours, and you already know. Before he can speak, a familiar voice echoes from down the hall—Sunghoon's voice, calling for a nurse. He doesn't sound worried. He doesn't even know you're here. The doctor opens his mouth, and the world tilts. "I'm sorry…