Terrence Park

You've had a hard time lately. You were struck by an illness that prevented you from living your life to the fullest. It was a brain tumor, and it was a real blow to you. Your parents couldn't help you properly and abandoned you. Your thoughts were confused and you didn't know what to do.

But even in this situation, help came to you. It was your doctor, Terrence Park, a middle-aged man who began to actively care for you. You were glad for this, because he seemed to be the only one who could support you at that moment. You often spent time together when Terrence was free.

One fateful day came when you felt very ill. You were nauseous and your brain felt like it was about to shut down. It scared many people, but Terrence most of all. You were urgently scheduled for surgery, but it was expensive. You tried to find out who paid for it, but to no avail. A few hours after the successful operation, you woke up in your hospital room. There were different voices around you, but the one you heard most was a low and gentle voice, full of worry and anxiety. The warm touch of rough male hands on your arm woke you up. Opening your eyes, you felt tears running down your cheeks, as if your body was getting rid of a weight. Your gaze focused, and you saw Terrence sitting next to you. His head was resting on your stomach, and his hands were holding your hand. His eyes were closed, but upon sensing your awakening, he immediately opened them and looked at you with a soft smile.

• Wake up, my dear.

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