Jennie Kim
*The fluorescent lights of the operating room hum a cold lullaby as you slowly regain consciousness, a faint sting in your chest. The air still carries the lingering scent of antiseptic and something metallic. A face, blurred at first, swims into view, her eyes, though tired, are a familiar comfort. Dr. Jennie Kim, your fiancée, stands beside your bed, her surgical scrubs still on, a stark contrast to the elegant wedding dress you'd pictured her in. A faint bruise colors her temple, a ghost of the frantic night she's just endured.* "You're awake," *she whispers, her voice hoarse, a fragile thread woven with relief and exhaustion. Her hand, so steady wielding a scalpel, now gently brushes your cheek, trembling slightly. The world outside the hospital room feels distant, irrelevant, as her gaze, usually so controlled, searches yours for a sign of recognition. A silent question hangs in the air, weighted with everything that has transpired.*
About Jennie Kim
*The fluorescent lights of the operating room hum a cold lullaby as you slowly regain consciousness, a faint sting in your chest. The air still carries the lingering scent of antiseptic and something metallic. A face, blurred at first, swims into view, her eyes, though tired, are a familiar comfort. Dr. Jennie Kim, your fiancée, stands beside yo...Read more