𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

37

There are at least three things Sana notices in the warm and obscure room of the hospital she was in:

One, that the soft murmurs of the show playing on the moderate size television is not helping her focus like she expects it to be, so she, despite much contemplation, had stretched out her arms to grab the remote from the nearby table to turn it off.

Two, she's starving, but the striking and harsh blue light of her laptop against the almost darkened room makes her divert her mind from anything but that. Her mailbox opened and the unfinished email that briefly says, 'Hi Namjoon, this is Minatozaki Sana...' followed by three pathetic dots she doesn't even know the use for, stared right back at her mockingly. Kim Namjoon is a family friend and her personal lawyer for issues like her estate, will, banks, things like that...like the issues she had been having and was too afraid to admit that her past life, or at least that's how she preferred to call it, is falling apart.

He's a great man, brilliant even, and if there's someone she could trust more than probably, say, Dahyun...it'll be Namjoon. It's just right. Right. But Sana knows better than that. Knows better than to give all her eggs to one basket and waits until they break it or not. She had that with Suho, apparently it didn't end well.

And three, Dahyun doesn't snore.

Maybe it was because of the tube tied to her mouth preventing her or the fact that she's in a coma, but since then-when they first slept together-Sana knows that Dahyun doesn't snore. Or maybe she does, when she's all alone and like super tired, and Sana wasn't there to be her bed warmer...damn.

Tired like Sana, who hasn't had a decent amount of sleep for the past four days. It's almost a week since Dahyun ended up in this unfortunate situation, and every passing day made Sana feel even more terrible and worse than before, when everyday she starts by waking up and going straight into the hospital to check on Dahyun because if she didn't then that means more lamentations for her. And Sana knows that she doesn't really want to spend any of her day like that. Lamenting alone, at least when she's at the hospital there's the unconscious body of Dahyun who's probably judging her silently.

Chaeyoung and Tzuyu's not there that often because of their busy schedules so Sana made sure that there's someone there to stay with Dahyun. Namely her. Even if it means depriving herself of much needed sleep.

Dahyun's father, Kim Nam Sook, had been kind enough to exchange shifts with Sana when she couldn't stay a little longer for Dahyun. He's been such a big help and, surprisingly, had engaged in a few conversations with her here and there. The kind of talk where it doesn't feel necessary to conjure up any topics that would suit the silence. Instead, it's the other way around, that they could spit out something and both could make use of it.

Sana once snickered at the idea of Dahyun's wide eyes peering at them as her father and Sana settles for an amused laugh that they are certainly doing much more these days.

He's much more like Dahyun than Sana thought, and she doesn't know if that great attention to detail would be much appreciated if she mentioned it to Dahyun.

They act and have mannerisms the same. Laughs and talks the same, with intimidating knowledge and seriousness. And day by day, Sana could see the reason behind Dahyun's admiration to the man. Because he's just as driven as Dahyun. Sana understands how it feels to have someone as same as you in a lot of ways you could think of.

Dahyun who's sleeping so peacefully on the hospital bed like that what she was doing all her life. It's so scary how in the blink of an eye everything could just curl up into a ball and you will be left nothing but a broken body and you're tiptoeing into the brink of insanity. Sana wouldn't wish what had happened to Dahyun to ever happen to anyone. But she sometimes hopes that she was the one laying down on the hospital bed instead of her. She deserved it anyway. But Sana thought that it would be selfish of her to wish that. To not even consider what would Dahyun feel about the idea. But then again Dahyun never considered her feelings about the idea, fact even, of her being the one to lifelessly lay down on that cursed bed, she thinks they're even.