"Please, Haseul, please please please please please please, it's been a week, and I can't-"
"Will you shut up, Hyejoo? You move again and this needle goes astray, and if it goes astray, you go into surgery for your shit," Haseul hisses beside the doctor. Hyejoo suppresses a noise as another needle pierces into her arm.
Surgery, yea, that's where Chaewon is, making new friends and happy without you...
Hyejoo stills suddenly, and Haseul knows her too well to know she isn't just being well behaved.
"Oh no, you are not gonna do what I think you're gonna do," Felix hisses in Hyejoo's ear, holding her in place.
"Oh, I'm gonna do what you think I'm gonna do," Hyejoo whispers cheekily as though they're playing a game of sibling rivalry.
She waits for the doctor to aim another needle into her diaphram - right beside where something vital of some vital thing is, whatever, who cares - and jerks once, violently.
She gasps forcefully, feeling the air expel from her lungs. She musters a smile, then feels death pull her heartstrings out of her chest cavity, and lets a shrill, guttural sound rip from her throat.
She feels the world sway around her. In a second, everything stills as she sees everything, and then nothing at all.
"Hyejoo, you stupid bitch!"
...
"Hyejoo, you stupid bitch!" Haseul screams, clouting her lightly on the head with her fist.
"Did I make it into surgery?" Hyejoo rasps, cracking a smile. Mustering her little strength, she lifts her head from the pillow and scans over the multiple deep stitches on her chest, then smiles victoriously.
She notices a batch of annoyed surgeons cleaning up and removing their masks, along with a patient still recovering from stitches in his stomach laying at the side.
Haseul sighs heavily, slumping her shoulders, "Yes, you did."
"Yesss," Minho whispers, weakly making an effort to fist pump. "Where's Chaewon?"
She scans the room.
Haseul shuffles her feet. "She's d-"
"She's dead?" Hyejoo whimpers anxiously, feeling the stitched skin start tearing again.
"No, stupid," Haseul hushes, clapping a hand over Hyejoo's mouth, "she's doing something. Probably being given medication."
"Oh, okay. Thank God, I thought I wouldn't be able to see her again."
Haseul bites her knuckle and tries not to feel pity for Hyejoo.
"Hyejoo... you still have to go back to Ward 11. You have four weeks left."
"Why? I received surgery, I should be in the surgery ward to recover."
"You're dying, Hyejoo."
"No, I'm not. I'm not dying until I make sure Chaewon moves back into my ward."
