Kwin, fragrant cheeks, ep. 3
The white lights in the ICU room are bright.
The body of the fragrant cheek lay motionless.
A lot of tools surrounded.
Her breath.
Need a ventilator.
-
Gwyn stood in front of the mirror.
Look at her from the outside.
The sight is empty.
Like someone who just knows they're going to lose everything.
A picture of a fragrant cheek lying motionless in his arms.
Still stuck in the head
Blood... and a call with no reply.
... "don't sleep."
My own voice at the time also resonated.
-
The emergency room door opened.
Gwyn immediately looked up.
"Doctor... how are you?"
His voice is hoarse.
The doctor looked at him still before answering.
"Very serious patient."
The answer is like pulling everything in the chest down.
... "How serious, sir?"
"There were multiple internal bleeds, and the head was severely affected."
Gwining.
Like trying to reinvigorate consciousness
"We are now trying our best to help."
"And... there's one more thing you should know."
Gwyn, look up.
The heart is pounding for no reason.
... "about what?"
The doctor was briefly silent.
Like choosing words
"From the preliminary examination..."
"The patient is pregnant, sir."
The whole world stands still.
Every sound was gone that second.
... "What?"
Gwyn's voice was so light that it could hardly be heard.
"The gestational age is still very young from the accident, making the child now no longer with us."
Gwyn's hands were shaking.
Metaphysical eyes
"Is she... pregnant?"
"Is my son dead, doctor?"
-
"Yes."
-
Like not believing what you hear.
After the doctor's "sir."
Everything is like a standstill.
Gwyn was standing there.
Like someone who fell out of the real world
"My baby..."
The sound was so faint that almost no one could hear it.
He chuckled out softly.
With tears coming down
"I haven't even known him..."
No one answered.
Because there are no words... enough to comfort
Time flies.
Gwyn was allowed into the ICU.
The white lights are still bright.
The body of the fragrant cheeks lay still as before.
The tools are still working instead of her breath.
Gwyn walked in slowly.
Before sitting down by the bed.
His hand reached to shake her hand.
... "I'm here."
A faint voice.
No reply.
He kept his head down.
The forehead touched the back of her hand.
"I just know..."
A rattle.
"That we have children together."
Tears drip down
"But he's gone..."
The silence was heavy.
"I'm really bad."
His hands squeezed her hands tighter.
"Is she so hurt..."
"When he left..."
The sound is broken.
"I'm not on your side..."
Gwyn, close your eyes tight.
Fatigue
Regret.
Everything came in at the same time.
He kept holding her hand.
Before consciousness slowly fades away,
- - -
In a dream.
A soft light surrounds everything.
Quiet... and strangely warm.
Gwyn stands in the middle of an empty
Before seeing someone.
... "fragrant cheeks."
She was standing there.
There are no rubber ripples.
No wounds.
Like the first day he met her.
"Mr. Gwyn..."
Her voice is soft as before.
Gwyn hurried to walk in.
"Is she... revived? Cheek."
His voice was shaking.
She smiled thinly.
"Cheeks, glad you came."
That speech disrupted him.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for everything. Don't leave. Cheek, let me make excuses."
She shook her face softly and smiled at him.
"It's okay, sir. There's nothing Mr. Gwyn excuses. Cheek understands everything."
She looked at him for a long time.
Like trying to remember everything
The cold wind swept through.
The atmosphere began to empty down.
Gwyn began to feel scared.
"Scented cheeks..."
His voice was shaking.
"Where is she going?"
She didn't answer immediately.
Just look at him gently.
"Take care of yourself."
His heart fell.
"What about her..."
She smiled.
"The cheeks are tired. Goodbye, Mr. Gwyn."
"No, you stay first. Cheeks stay with me."
"You can't leave me..."
Cheek stepped back a little bit.
"Mr. Gwyn..."
Her voice is light
Tears flowed from her eyes.
"Cheeks love you."
Gwyn shouted loudly before seeing the fragrant cheeks slowly fade away.
"No -! No, Cheek! I love you, too. I'm sorry. Come back, Cheek, come back!"
Gwyn reached out.
But can't catch anything
Her image gradually faded.
"Scented cheeks!!"
Gwyn startled.
The ICU room is back in front of it.
Instrumental sound
White light
Everything is the same.
Except for his heart.
His hand is still holding her hand.
"Don't say that... don't disappear. I love you. Hear that? Fragrant cheeks."
A faint voice.
"You have to wake up. Wake up. My cheeks are sorry."
Tears didn't stop.
"Don't be like this... let me make excuses before I ask you."
He squeezed her hands tightly.
"I still won't let you go..."
Silence shrouded again.
Between dreams.
And the truth.
Gwyn had no idea
The goodbye he heard a moment ago.
It's just a dream.
Or... a real goodbye.
จากประสบการณ์ส่วนตัวที่เคยเจอสถานการณ์เจ็บปวดคล้ายกับเรื่องนี้ รู้สึกว่าการเผชิญหน้ากับความสูญเสียคนรักในสถานการณ์วิกฤต ไม่ว่าจะในโรงพยาบาลหรือในชีวิตจริง ต่างทำใจได้ยากมาก โดยเฉพาะเมื่อเป็นเรื่องเกี่ยวกับตัวอ่อนในครรภ์ที่ทำให้ความรู้สึกเจ็บปวดและสับสนไปพร้อมกัน สิ่งที่ผู้เผชิญเหตุการณ์เช่นนี้จะได้รับคือความรู้สึกของความหวังและความสิ้นหวังสลับกันไป เพราะแม้ว่าจะต้องอยู่ใน ICU กับคนรักที่ต้องพึ่งเครื่องช่วยหายใจ แต่จิตใจกลับต้องรับรู้ข่าวร้ายอย่างการสูญเสียลูกน้อยที่ยังไม่ทันได้ทำความรู้จัก ด้วยความรักที่มีต่อลูกคนนี้ทำให้ทุกช่วงเวลาที่อยู่ในนั้นมีทั้งน้ำตาและความทรงจำที่ยังตราตรึง หลายครั้งการได้พูดคุยกับตัวเองหรือคนรอบข้างถึงความรู้สึกผิดหรือความเจ็บปวด ช่วยให้ใจค่อยๆ เยียวยาและเข้าใจว่าการปล่อยวางไม่ได้แปลว่าเสียใจน้อยลง แต่เป็นการเปิดทางให้หัวใจได้ฟื้นฟูอย่างแท้จริง สำหรับผู้ที่กำลังผ่านช่วงเวลาเช่นนี้ ขอแนะนำให้หาเวลาทบทวนความทรงจำที่มีร่วมกับคนรัก ปล่อยให้ความรู้สึกไหลออกมาไม่ต้องเก็บกดและอย่าลืมดูแลตัวเองให้ดี เพื่อที่จะได้กลับมายืนหยัดและก้าวเดินต่อไปในวันข้างหน้า เรื่องราวในกวินแก้มหอม ep.3 ไม่เพียงแต่สะท้อนความเจ็บปวดของชายคนหนึ่งที่สูญเสียคนรักและลูกในครรภ์ แต่ยังเป็นบทพิสูจน์ของความรักและความหวังที่ยังคงอยู่ในใจ แม้ในยามที่ทุกอย่างดูเหมือนหวังจะสูญสิ้น