𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

36

TW: Graphic depiction of vomiting that may be triggering to some readers. Proceed with caution.

Sana doesn't like hospitals.

Because of the strange way it made her feel, and the coldness of every hall that felt like those souls who couldn't cross would still be left to embrace you. The small and repeating noise from the heart monitor that pierces right through and sends a ringing to your ear, and lastly the smell of the chemicals combined that always leaves a nasty intoxication at the tip of your nose.

Sana doesn't like all the memories she had with the place. Because with every look at the corner of every room, there's a sinking feeling on her stomach. Because when she wasn't the one sitting on the bedside chair, she was the one lying on the white bed, the same white blanket draped around her body.

She studies Dahyun's face closer, it's full of gash that's not even starting to heal all around her features. Sana couldn't help but to wonder how Dahyun ended up this way, deplorable. A helpless person who fell into a state of profound unconsciousness caused by something even Sana couldn't believe.

She reached out and touched her lifeless hand, curling it up into a ball and planting a sure and chaste kiss right above it. Her skin is still soft but cold as ice.

It's just too fast. All of it. It's fast and overwhelming. She couldn't believe that Dahyun was lying in the hospital bed now, unconscious. It seems like yesterday when she could talk to the latter, yesterday when they were still fine.

The sight hurts her. And she couldn't even imagine the pain Dahyun is feeling at the moment if she were in her position. It was like the affliction Dahyun was put into, Sana started feeling it too. So much like her other half. And seeing the woman she loves in this state makes that even harder to stomach.

A tug on her heartstrings brought Sana back to reality, so much that the ringing in ears stopped and a voice interrupted her trance. "The doctor said it really helps a lot if we constantly talk to her." The touch of the voice on Sana's ears are something different, it's unfamiliar and soft, but when she turned around, the owner was wearing a warm smile that dissipates the tense atmosphere inside the suffocating white room, and for a moment, Sana forgot about the beeping of the heart monitor which, she guess, will continuously hunt her for the rest of her stay.

The woman took the empty seat on the sofa across Dahyun's bed and crossed her leg. She's tall and incredibly beautiful, it's a shame Sana doesn't have her name, but if she's guessing correct, that must be one of Dahyun's friends besides of Chaeyoung, Jeongyeon, and Mina. She acts like she owns the place, and Sana's pretty sure she once saw her in the cover of V*GUE but that's a story for another day. "Says there's the other side and most patients hear their loved ones there even if their bodies are unconscious in the real world." The woman shrugged, resting one of her arms on the backrest of the sofa she was at.

"What other side?" Sana couldn't help but ask, driven by curiosity, panning her body towards the woman while not taking her hands away from Dahyun's, the one without the IV Fluid.

"I dunno. But there is. And if we talk, it helps. Especially as we shower her with words of how much we miss her and how she should fight and stay alive. It's in dramas and shit." And apparently nobody can stop her from saying all these things, her mouth doesn't have a break. She's unrelenting.

And with that, Sana proves to herself that this woman in front is truly Dahyun's friend.

"Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure Dahyun would love to hear that." She sighs, turning back to the latter and running a hand on her hair. Careful not to touch the ECG wires plastered all over her front body and the tube that goes all the way her mouth to help her breathe.