After another week and three days of Hyejoo screaming for Chaewon to be moved back into Ward 11 and an attempt to stab a nurse with the IV needle in her arm, the hospital staff gave in and moved Chaewon back in.
Haseul supports her in a friendly manner around her shoulder, leading her into Ward 11. Hyejoo is covered by a loosely tied hospital gown, chest still bare despite the majority of it being covered by large patches and stitches.
"Okay, so we gave in, and here's Chaewon back, all safe and sound, cured and healt-"
Chaewon can run? Chaewon's cured? She's cured-
"Hyejoo! I missed you!" Chaewon cries, collapsing onto her. Like that, she doesn't mind the stitches in her chest.
On the first day Hyejoo was moved into Ward 11, the staff in scary blue plastic had told him she could not feel extreme emotions, laugh too hard, or cry too hard in fear her heart wouldn't handle the strain and fail.
Today, if Aristotle himself came to Hyejoo and told her not to cry like it was the end of the world because her heart would fail, she would look him in the eye, and call bullshit.
"Oh, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Chaewon rambles, wiping away hot tears from Hyejoo's face.
"No, you didn't hurt me, you didn't hurt me at all, Chaewon," Hyejoo bawls, unable to make the words clear.
Haseul coughs once awkwardly at the side and slips out of the door.
...
"You think they're good?" the nurse asks.
"Yea. Wait, isn't today your off day?" Haseul replies, matching question with question.
"Ah. I had to pick up Doctor Ha," Kahei says.
"Will she ever get her own car?" Haseul grumbles.
After a brief silence, Kahei asks, "Do you think they're okay?"
...
"Okay, nevermind they aren't okay, back out- back out, reverse- reverse," Haseul stammers, pulling Kahei back by her coat.
Kahei clears her throat. "Didn't see anything. Totally didn't see them. Totally didn't."
"Also, about Hyejoo," she continues, pulling out a manila card file and opening it. The single sheet of paper confirming that, yes, there was still a chance, because emotions could also change the effects of her condition.
Haseul'a face brightens.
...
At night, Chaewon crawls into the gurney beside Hyejoo.
"Wanna sleep?" she murmurs groggily. She feels Chaewon nod against her neck, and pulls her closer, wrapping the thin white blanket around their bodies.
