Moving On With You, Jinjoo

38: Trust

A week dreaded by. The hell Minju had expected turned out not bad at all. Unlike the university hospital, things are a lot less chaotic. People are indeed nicer here as Yujin said. Patients live up to their label of being patient while everything seems to be falling into place.

But one person she couldn't quite get along with was Juyeon. Otherwise known as Eunseo.

The girl doesn't talk much. All she does is do whatever she's tasked to do as if she doesn't want to be here. She doesn't share her interests and is always dry with her response.

It was totally not what Minju had expected for a roommate.

The only thing she couldn't quite live with but is putting up with is Eunseo's rules for her as if they aren't sharing a room.

No music, no phone calls, no borrowing of things, no leaving things lying around and many others. She just didn't like talking to anyone.

Minju didn't have a say, being three years younger than the latter. She ought to respect, even though it isn't sought for.

While making her rounds in the child wards, she goes up to one of her patients—a six-year-old boy, Yejun, who's on the waiting list for a heart transplant. 

The brunette saw him folding paper cranes and smiled instantly when it reminded her of Yujin. "Do you know you can make a wish when you make a thousand of those?"

Yejun looked at her. "A wish?"

Minju nods. "Anything you wish for, it'll come true."

"Wishes don't come true."

"They do."

"What makes you so certain that they come true?"

"Because of a wish, I have someone who looks after me."

"You wished for your mom?"

Minju chuckled, pulling over the stool to sit. "I used to, but she gave me someone else and I could never be more thankful."

Yejun sighed. "I've always wished to get better but look where I am. I'm not getting any better. You adults only know how to tell lies."

"But the fact that you're here tells you that you're a step closer to getting better. You just have to remember to take your medicines and be patient," Minju said. "And by the time you've folded a thousand of these, you won't have to see me anymore."

"Why won't I see you anymore? You're a nice doctor."

"Because that means you're all better to go home," the girl snickered. "And I'm not a doctor."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Minju."

"Minju...noona?"

She gently patted his head. "You can call me that if you want."

He nodded and saw the small cup Minju slipped to him. "I don't want it." A cup filled with a few kinds of medicine—a cup he hated.

"Just these few."

Yejun sighed sharply. "Can I go see Taesung if I eat this?"

"Taesung?"

"Taesung ahjussi. He's the one who taught me how to fold these."