Chapter 6
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The doctor stepped out of the room with a tired expression, pulling off his gloves as he approached the family.
“She’s showing clear signs of major depressive disorder,” he explained. “From what we’ve observed, she appears to have been struggling for quite some time.”
Her husband immediately looked up.
The doctor continued, "how has her appetite been? her sleeping pattern?how often does she eat? and do you know how she’s been feeling emotionally?" The doctor asked them these questions unfortunately, it seems nobody really knew how to answer.
The room fell silent.
“She’s in a very fragile state right now,” the doctor said. “She needs proper care, regular meals, rest, and Please don't leave her alone. Her condition could become dangerous if it's neglected.”
After observing her for a while longer and making sure she was stable enough, the doctor allowed her to be discharged.
He prescribed medication for her symptoms and gave them strict instructions to monitor her closely.
When they returned home, her husband immediately called the maids.
“Why hasn't anyone been taking care of her properly?” he demanded.
The maids exchanged nervous glances.
“She’s the one who tells us not to,” one of them finally said. “Whenever we bring her food, she says she doesn't want it. Sometimes she barely touches what we give her.”
His expression hardened.
“And you just accepted that?”
They lowered their heads.
“She doesn't eat much at all, sir.”
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“How long has this been happening?”
“Some time now.”
For a moment, he couldn't speak.
Then he exhaled sharply.
“From now on, I want someone checking on her regularly. Make sure she eats. Bring her whatever she needs. Don't just leave her alone because she asked. Is that clear!?"
“Yes, sir.”
“Take her upstairs.”
The maids helped her back to her room.
Before leaving for work later that day, he checked on her one more time.
She was lying quietly in bed, staring at the television.
He wanted to say something.
Anything.
But he didn't know what.
So he simply stood there for a moment before leaving.
Throughout the day, he tried to concentrate on his work.
Meetings.
Phone calls.
Documents.
One responsibility after another.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept returning to her.
She's fragile.
The doctor's words wouldn't leave him.
Meanwhile, back at home, the maids had brought her everything they thought she might need. Food. Water. Medication. Even a television had been placed in her room so she wouldn't feel completely isolated.
She sat quietly beneath the blanket, watching without much interest.
Then something on the screen caught her attention.
She suddenly sat upright.
It was Aris.
Her eyes widened.
The television showed footage of a huge crowd gathered outside a venue. Cameras flashed as people screamed excitedly.
Aris's fan meeting.
She stared at the screen.
She hadn't known he had become that popular.
Her heart immediately tightened.
She needed to see him.
She needed to talk to him.
But she didn't have his number. She couldn't contact him.
The only way to reach him was to find him in person.
She looked toward the door.
An idea formed in her mind.
That evening, while the maids were occupied downstairs, she quietly got out of bed.
She changed into a tracksuit, pulled a hoodie over her head, and put on a cap. She slipped her shoes on and grabbed her phone.
Her movements were slow. Her body still felt weak.
But the thought of seeing Iris kept her going.
Before leaving, she made sure her bedroom door was locked from the outside in a way that would make it appear as though she was still inside.
Then she quietly slipped out of the house.
The venue was enormous.
By the time she arrived, thousands of people seemed to be everywhere.
She pulled her cap lower over her face and stared at the long line.
“This is going to take forever,” she whispered.
She tried approaching the back entrance.
A security guard immediately stopped her.
“Sorry. This entrance is restricted.”
“But I'm his friend.”
The guard barely reacted.
“Everyone says that.”
“No, I'm serious. I really know him.”
“I understand, but you still have to go through the main entrance.”
She reluctantly joined the line.
Minutes passed.
Then more minutes.
Her stomach twisted painfully.
She hadn't eaten properly in days.
The crowd felt suffocating.
The noise grew louder.
Her head began to spin.
She blinked several times, trying to clear her vision.
Just a little longer.
She took another step.
The ground suddenly seemed to move beneath her.
Her fingers tightened around her phone.
Everything became blurry.
The voices around her faded into a distant murmur.
Then her knees gave way.
She collapsed.
“Hey!”
“Someone help!”
“She fainted!”
A commotion immediately erupted around her.
Security rushed over, pushing people back and creating space.
Inside the venue, Iris was being escorted toward the exit when he heard the commotion.
He turned his head.
“What happened?”
One of the guards looked toward the crowd.
“Someone fainted.”
Aris glanced over.
Then he froze.
Something about the person lying on the ground looked familiar.
He pushed past the guards.
“Wait—”
“Aris, you can't—”
But he was already moving.
He hurried toward the crowd and finally saw her.
His face changed instantly.
“Her?”
He dropped to his knees beside her.
“Hey! Hey, wake up!”
There was no response.
Panic flashed across his face.
“Get the car. Now!”
The guards quickly moved aside as Iris carefully lifted her.
“Move!”
People stared as he carried her through the crowd.
He barely noticed them.
All he could think about was how pale and weak she looked.
He carried her into the car himself and climbed in beside her.
“Hospital,” he ordered the driver.
The car sped away.
Aris kept looking at her, his hands trembling.
“What happened to you?” he whispered.
For the first time, he realized just how badly something was wrong.
And he was terrified that they had discovered it too late.
At the hospital, the doors burst open as the medical staff rushed toward them.
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