The sound of squeaky gurney wheels being manoeuvred into the room wakes her. It's not very nice to be awoken at this time when sleep comes to her without a fight.
In her dazed state of drifting between the lines of conscious and unconscious, she hears small, sharp whimpers as the hospital staff in their scary blue plastic garb set up wires and the IV drip. She doesn't bother turning around to see who the new person is; it's too dark anyway. She'll only see silhouettes and shiny plastic.
Being set up to the machine is incredibly painful, and Hyejoo passed out screaming after she was set up a week ago. Or was it two? He doesn't remember, neither does she care.
Hyejoo just didn't expect the girl to start blabbering an hour later.
"I'm Chaewon! I was admitted yesterday, and I'll be staying in the same room as you so-"
"Can you keep quiet for a bit? I want to sleep," Hyejoo says heavily, trying not to pull any wires that would make the pain worse as she turns her head away from the girl beside her.
"But it's just nine," Chaewon groans, botton lip sticking out a bit.
"Time is just an illusion, and it's still at night," Hyejoo says, annoyance clear in her haughty tone of voice. "Just like how we only have two months to live."
"Yea, but it's still- wait, two months?"
"Yes. If you're in this ward on this floor in this section, you have more or less than two month less to live."
"Oh."
The room stays silent for a while. "Well... I'm Park Chaewon, and-"
"Can you just shut up?" Hyejoo snaps. She slams her head into the bulky pillow and buries her face there.
"Sorry. Okay."
