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Chapter 6

The recent job run had brought in double the supplies the captain had calculated. This worked in favour due to my unforeseen presence. All the work clothes I was issued needed several pins to stay on. Even with all the pins, the clothes barely fit. San had the audacity to coo at me when I stepped out to work with Yeosang. 

"You look so small." 

A glare from me didn't deter him as he bent down to lightly ruffle my hair, adding insult to the comment. Yeosang popped out to shoo San away who giggled at his colleague's scowl. 

"Everyday I question what goes on in his head." Yeosang sighed. 

We worked around the telegram, adjusting the frequency of the radio to try to transmit and receive signals. The small clicking from the telegram indicated it had received a transmission and started to translate the clicking into a decipherable message. The imprint of the words came out one line at a time which was painstakingly slow but at least it was the first successful run.

Sending a message was even slower. Having to learn and memorise morse code for the electrical telegram to send via radio required patience and a whole load of decoding on the recipient's end from the multiple mistakes and mishaps. Allegedly, other groups have specific radio channels for communication if the analogue phone lines were down. Yeosang requested from the captain a hefty book of radio channels similar to a contact book of all groups near and far. 

I sat at the work desk doodling on pieces of paper with coloured pens. Surprisingly, there was a collation of the standard red, green and blue pens aside from the classic black. My ears perked at the sound of heavy, uneven foot fall. I hadn't lifted up my head yet. The focus on the line was crucial to define the trajectory of the work because aRt is about storytelling and fEeLinG.

A chair was dragged over to my side and I felt the air move as somebody sat down next to me. The smell of antiseptic and bandages was enough for me to guess that Yunho was next to me. It was a comfortable silence with the sound of the pen on paper tracing around lines that seemed unpredictable but added to the synergy of the piece. The bandage around my hand started to come loose and unravel. My palm was still a little sore and was estimated to heal in a week or two due to the reopening. I tugged at the bandage and the rest unravelled, leaving behind the dressing that uncomfortably stuck to my palms. It was quite disgusting considering how clammy my palms normally were. From the side, I heard Yunho quietly cuss. I turned to him to find that the bandage around his leg had also unravelled. 

"I guess that makes it the two of us." Yunho chuckled. 

I messily wrapped my own palm and moved closer to him, examining the bandage. Since I had watched Seonghwa wrap my bandages many times, I clumsily rewrapped Yunho's bandage, trying to replicate Seonghwa's clean job. Of course that failed miserably as the ends of the bandages stuck out like sore thumbs. 

"Oh, you should be Seonghwa's apprentice instead of Yeosang's...don't tell Yeosang I said that though." 

I simply nodded and returned to my piece, now focused on the art that laid incomplete. I picked up the pen only to put it back down again. I was completely stumped. Yunho peered at the work.

"So how did you learn to draw?" Yunho questioned after watching me fiddle around with a pen. 

I grabbed a new sheet of paper to answer. 
Don't know 

"Ooookaaayyy forgot you were amnesic." 

Awkward silence descended and I felt Yunho shift in his seat. I could tell he was looking at the drawing whilst trying to find a topic to converse on. 

"Then could you explain the drawing?" The question hoped to rouse an answer more than just a singular word or phrase.

I just draw randomly to see if the line goes anywhere or makes anything.