The two residents of Ward 11 had treatment three times every day in hopes of saving them.
Two weeks pass. Hyejoo finds she doesn't sleep so much anymore; she wants to see Chaewon until they both leave this world.
Two weeks of love that neither of them got. Two weeks of little kisses, care, affection. Two weeks of Hyejoo finding out a mood can change the taste of hospital food drastically, two weeks of Hyejoo feeling lesser and lesser pain in her chest.
Almost like Chaewon herself healed her.
"Hyejoo, your turn," the nurse announces again. She unhooks Hyejoo from everything, lets her wave bye to Chaewon, then leads her into the treatment room.
Some stupid test to make sure she can move her joints and her head, some nonsense calming talk to make sure she still can breathe, some medicines prescribed to help kill off the cancer cells in the very, very least. A scan monitoring the growth of the cells in her chest.
She returns unbothered again, another pill bottle in her hand... to an empty bed.
"Where's Chaewon? Where is she?" Hyejoo panics. She tries not to make it noticeable to the nurse, but in the end she ends up shaking her by the shoulders.
"Can- you calm- the- hell down?" the nurse says, trying to get out words in between Hyejoo's shaking. She pushes her hands off her.
"She went for surgery. She has a chance of being saved, we recently discovered. So we took her down to the surgery ward. In short, she won't be staying here anymore."
Hyejoo stops shaking her. "No, she's coming back here right after treatment, right?" she says, voice rising.
The nurse shakes her head. "Sorry, Hyejoo."
"Can I visit her then?"
"No. You'd mess up a lot of things with your system if you were to even run."
"I'm dying anyway. She's coming back. I'm making Haseul bring her back, hear me? Chaewon has to come back."
"I thought you hated her?"
Minho clicks her tongue. "Hated. Past tense."
