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"She's my sister, she needs me."

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"Tommy!" I screamed as I ran through the hospital's hallways. "Where is he?!"

"Miss!" A nurse waved me over and I almost knocked her over as I rushed inside.

My feet stopped moving and I almost fell forward from the sudden halt. There, on the table, was Tommy. His whole body was covered by a white cloth, but his head remained exposed.

His eyes were closed, his usually pressed together lips were relaxed, and his nose didn't move anymore, they way it used to move while he breathed. His chest didn't rise, and it didn't fall either.

He looks as if he was asleep, if it wasn't for the blood dripping on the ground.

I grabbed the white sheet and threw it back. I almost screamed, but I did expect worse. I, I don't know what I expected. His body torn apart?

He was stabbed so many times, all over his chest. My hand shook as I reached my hand out to touch him, but I retreated, my fear overtaking me.

My eyes burned with tears as I quickly covered Tommy once more, understanding why the sheet was there in the first place.

It comforted the viewer, trying to trick them by making the person look as if he or she is only sleeping. When in reality, it is covering the nightmare beneath it.

I heard fast footsteps come to a stop by the entrance of the door but I didn't dare to turn around. I know who they are. I don't want them to see me right now.

"Tommy." My voice came out broken, defeated, pained. "Wake up."

My fingers clenched the white sheet tightly as my tears dropped down on the cloth.

"Tommy, you were going to get out soon, you gotta wake up." I begged my dead brother. Any miracle, please. I just want it to happen. I deserve something to go good for once. I don't deserve this! "We could fight the world together, like how we used to."

The countless nights Tommy had helped me with my homework, the countless hours I played basketball with him so he had a chance at making the team. We cooked for each other, we comforted each other, we hugged each other. All of it. We were together.

Someone walked beside me as I cried, a nurse. "Kim Minjee, your brother wanted us to give this to you."

She pressed a ring inside of my hands.

The ring my father used to wear.

The ring he gave Tommy before he died.

The ring Tommy used to wear.

Now the ring Tommy is giving me before he died.

"No." I sobbed, looking down at the gold band. "No!"

Someone ran into the room just as I fell to my knees. They wrapped their arms around me and fell to the floor with me.

"Hey, Hey, I'm here. I'm here Boo." She spoke over my sobs, hugging me tightly, not daring to let go.

I sobbed into Jiyoo's arms, knowing I would fall apart if she wasn't holding me together right now.

"Move." Another voice spoke from the door and Injun kneeled down beside us. "We're here Minjee, we're here."

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I sat on the bench, staring straight ahead of me, not giving Jimin any attention as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me tightly.