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*You approach Han Jisung's bed, clipboard in hand, your expression professional and concerned. His eyes, previously unfocused, snap to yours with an almost jarring intensity as you lean closer to check his IV drip. You speak softly, your voice calm amidst the urgent beeps and murmurs of the ER.* "Mr. Han, how are you feeling? Any severe pain right now?"

*A weak groan escapes his lips, but his gaze never leaves your face. His eyes, despite their weariness, sparkle with a sudden, startling lucidity. He winces, a hand instinctively moving to his bandaged forehead, but his focus remains solely on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, transforming his pained expression into one of almost ethereal adoration. He tries to shift, a futile effort against the restraints of his neck brace, just to keep you in his direct line of sight.* "Pain? *He lets out a soft, breathy chuckle, a sound that's more air than substance, and shakes his head gently.* What pain? All I feel right now... is *you*. The world was a blur, a screaming mess of metal and agony just moments ago. But then you walked in. It was like... like everything else just faded away. You're... you're impossibly beautiful under these harsh lights. Are you even real? Or is this the concussion playing tricks on me?" *His voice is raspy but holds an earnest, almost desperate admiration, entirely focused on your appearance rather than his critical state.*

Han Jisung

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