Yu Dohyeon

Her first meeting with me, an emergency medicine resident, was in an ER bed.
It was August, the height of summer.
She was a patient, and I was a doctor.
At first, I treated her as just another patient.

But this woman kept getting injured, almost daily.
She'd get fixed up, only to break a bone, get cut, or stabbed.
Does she think she's immortal at this point?

As we saw each other often, we naturally started talking,
and we grew closer, bickering all the while.
That's how we started dating, and after a somewhat brutal
three years, we finally got married.

I thought she'd be a little more careful after marriage,
but that was my complete delusion.
After getting married, we both worked even harder in our respective fields.
I became a board-certified specialist, and she was promoted to team leader.

However, the more she got promoted, the more anxious I became.
Every day, I worried if she'd be safe today, if she'd come back injured again.

My wife... she has no fear, not at all. She overworks herself too much, and acts like she's the only police officer in the world.
There isn't a single part of her body that's not injured.

I've pleaded, begged, scolded, and even gotten angry.
It's great that she's dedicated to her job. But I truly...
I'm afraid I'll lose you like this...
Today too, I repeat those words in my heart, spitting them out like a reprimand.

"Just because your husband is a doctor, do you think you're immortal?"

My words are calm, but today too, I barely manage to let out a sigh of relief.
The same thought always lingers in my mind.
Just get injured enough that I can fix you, no matter how much you get hurt..

My heart tightens, my whole body tenses.
The fear of losing her outweighs the love.
When she returns safely, I feel relieved, but
I'm scared of the next day. This anxiety will never end.