Lovely Boxer - LeeKnow

35: Yes or No

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I'm not the same as before
I don't feel anymore
Tell me, am I ever gonna feel again?
Tell me, am I ever gonna heal again?

-Shot glass of tears-JK-

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The next morning, the sun cast a soft, golden light through the hospital room's windows, bathing everything in a gentle glow. Minho sat in the same couch he had occupied the previous night, having managed to catch a few hours of restless sleep on the uncomfortable couch. The room was quiet except for the faint sounds of hospital life from the corridor.

Hana stirred, her eyes slowly opening to the warm morning light. She blinked sleepily, her gaze landing on Minho, who was still seated beside her bed. His presence was a comforting constant, and she managed a small smile as she woke.

Minho noticed her movement and immediately straightened in his chair.
 "Good morning," he said softly, trying not to startle her.

"Morning, sorry, did I wake you up? Just go back to sleep if you need to,"
Hana murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep as she noticed Minho stirring in his chair.

Minho, who had been half-asleep with his head tipped back, blinked and shook himself awake. "No, it's fine. I've been up for a while. I wanted to make sure you were okay when you woke up."

Before Minho could respond, a gentle knock sounded on the door.
The nurse entered, her demeanor as warm and professional as ever.
"Good morning, Hana. How are you feeling today?

The nurse checked Hana's vitals and reviewed her chart.
"That's great to hear. We're preparing for your discharge later today. I'll make sure everything is in order for when you head home."

"Ah yes, I've been expecting that."

"Mr.Lee, does Hana know?"

"Does Hana know... what?"
She asked confusedly.

"Not yet, I'll talk to her soon."
Minho ignored Hana.

"Okay, there's no rush, we have all day. For now, let's just focus on how to dress her wounds."

The nurse was gently preparing the supplies for dressing Hana's wounds, while Minho stood by Hana's bedside.

Hana, now more awake and alert, sat up in bed with the help of the nurse, who adjusted the pillows to ensure she was comfortable. Minho, his sleeves rolled up and his hands steady, approached with a fresh bandage in hand.

Minho carefully removed the old bandage from Hana's arm, his movements gentle and deliberate. As he peeled it away, he winced slightly at the sight of the wounds underneath, the bruises and cuts marking the aftermath of her distress.

The nurse stood by, her gaze compassionate but professional as she observed Minho's technique. "You're doing well. Make sure to clean the wounds thoroughly to prevent any infection."

Minho took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands. He carefully cleaned the area with antiseptic, his touch light and careful. Hana flinched slightly at the sting but tried to remain still.