I called the school Friday morning about my injury, so I couldn't come to school yet. My arm hurt real bad. I think the painkillers were wearing off. I called the clinic and they said that it's normal and I could take my prescribed painkillers when the pain is unbearable.
I heard my doorbell ring -- it must be the angry mob with pitchforks.
As much as I wanted to answer, I couldn't move and just sighed on the couch after hanging up the phone. The pain triggered my realization of how much mess I've made. I have to visit Min-Hee.
And I did.
I visited Min-Hee in the afternoon. As soon as the pain subsided.
Her whole family was still there. Of course.
As much as her family was telling me that it was an accident, I kept quiet in the room.
Not a phone call from anyone after I got home Friday night.
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Fate Street: Dae-Jung
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