"No." I slid off my examination table. "This is my fault. I should have been paying attention—"
"Stop." Haejun's voice was sharp despite his obvious pain.
But I couldn't stop. The guilt clawed at my throat. "If I hadn't frozen, if I'd moved faster—"
"You would have been crushed." His electric blue eyes burned into mine. "I made a choice."
The medical room door burst open. PD Kwon strode in, his usual tablet clutched against his chest, followed by Director Park's clicking heels.
"What's the situation?" PD Kwon's gaze swept between us, already calculating ratings potential.
"Patient requires immediate hospital transfer," the lead medic reported. "Multiple lacerations requiring sutures. He won't be cleared for tonight's performance."
Haejun pushed himself off the table, ignoring the medic's protests. "I'm not abandoning my team."
"Seo Haejun," Director Park's voice was crisp. "You're bleeding through the bandages."
"I'll perform."
