9:27pm
"Mr. Wang!"
Multiple reporters and interviewers hoard the courtyard of the hospital.
Cameras flash in my face.
Voices bother my eardrums.
Hands grab me for my attention.
Get away from me.
"Give him some space!" Dr. Choi tries to shoo the crowd of people away from me.
"How did Mr. Tuan act?"
"Did his brain fail along with his body?"
"Did Mark consider suicide?"
Stop.
"Would it have been better for him to take his own life?"
"Stop it!" I grab my hair and scream.
Their voices don't stop. They continue to ask me questions.
How could...did Mark consider suicide?
That one night in the hospital...he said he should have tried harder in the beginning. When he first found out about his illness.
Did he give up?
Was he just going to die without trying?
Is that what he meant when he called me his hero?
"Please! Leave him!" Dr. Choi pushes the reporters away.
Mark saved me from my darkness.
I saved Mark from his darkness.
My angel. His hero.
How could I not realise?
We saved each other.
