It's been about 182 days since I first walked in the doors of this awful, sickness-filled place.
I've grown familiar with the constant mobile movements of white-clothed staff, moving to and fro the four corners of this building.
I take step from the outside and enter the room, walking to that same room again. Walking to the room that has been agonizing me for months now.
One of the reasons for my sleepless nights.
Room 127
Being greeted by the stench of sting medicine I open the door slowly not wanting to wake her from her sleep.
I slowly close the door behind me and approach her hospital bed. I sit to the chair beside her. She was sleeping peacefully.
Wires were attached to her and she was growing thin.
The bubbly energetic person she used to be is slowly fading.
I could do anything about it, I could only watch her dissappear.
Her lips turning dry, Her soft mushy cheeks slowly growing skinny.
I layed my head down I cried silently begging for a miracle.
"I can't belive your still doing that..."
I dropped my pen and turned my head towards her.
"Your girlfriend's needing attention."
She said while pouting. A slight giggle left my mouth and continued.
"I swear I'm almost done just a bit more okay babe?"
She looked at me for a second then looked away.
I giggled and continued writing until I heard heavy russling in her direction.
I turned my head, a smile formed my mouth.
I got up and went to her, who's currently stuck in a blanket borrito.
I layed and hugged the blanket borrito.
"So I had to make a fool of myself just to get your attention.."
I quickly uncovered her face and found her pouting.
"No you didn't I just finished."
I quickly kissed her forehead.
She continued saying
" Let's just cuddle."
I replied
" Okay."
I felt a a hand slowly caress my head. I slowly lift my head finding her awake.
"Your up."
I said as I let go of a sleepy yawn.
"You should go back to sleep."
She answered
"I don't feel sleepy anymore"
She then let go of a heavy sigh
"How's work?"
"Still the same."
I responded
I slowly reached for her hand but she avoided it.
I looked at her questioning why she did it.
"I just- my hands are dry."
In a shaky voice
I didn't respond but I waited for her to say something.
"My hands don't feel the same."
She finally said.
"They aren't as soft as before."
She said as tears ran down. She quickly wiped it with her hands and chuckled.
I couldn't help but tear up, seeing her in her fragile state. I slowly reach for her hands, she didn't avoid it this time.
"I don't care about how your hands are dry. I just want to hold you."
She suddenly said,
"Now would you do me a favor?"
Somewhere inside me came this devastating urge to cry. But I tried my best to fight it. I would not cry.
I slowly nodded.
I put my hand on her forearm, feeling how thin she became. I gave her a little squeeze.
" No, Dahyun, ' she said, "really hold me. Next to me." I was very careful of doing so with all the wires attached to her. As I got onto the bed with her and I put my arms around her.
"Thank you Dahyun."
Those were her last words. "
