My Viewpoint || J.JK ✓

10

Thank You.

"Good morning!" Sohyee cheered me as she entered the room. I rubbed my eyes as I lazily glance at her woman. She had a cheery smile on with her curls bouncing on her shoulders as she made her way towards me. I found it strangely calm and soothing to be in her company, even though we had just met weeks ago.

"How you doing?" She settled herself on the edge of the bed.

"When am I gonna get out of here?" I straight away asked her getting down the bed. I was irritated with the strong smell of phenyl that tingled my nostrils, the continuous clinking of medical equipments and everything. I had had enough of medical attention a while ago, I didn't want to relive those memories again.

"Well you're recovering fast, so maybe a few more days—

"Right now." I state. "I'll donate a cheque or two, get me out."

"But it's—"

"I don't remember asking for an opinion. Thank you." I cut her off and sit on the edge of the bed, pouring myself a glass of water. Food wasn't edible much, atleast this was drinkable.

I feel Sohyee's gaze train on me for a few seconds, before she sighed and walked out of the door. She obviously knew there's no changing my mind.

I find a pair of fresh clothes folded on the side; the typical white and blue coloured patient clothes. Cringing inwardly, I take them and make my way to the bathroom for freshening up.

Stripping off my clothes, I stare up at the mirror. My cheeks looked thinner, a layer of dark circles under my eyes. It was nothing new, it'd been worse these past days. Atleast I didn't have bloodshot eyes with puffed eyebags, nor an ugly cascade of tears. It's been a while since I had found myself in this state. I knew Korea would do this to me; how much ever I tried to push it in, somehow it made it's way to the top.

But I couldn't help but think about yesternight. That little kid; he was, so optimistic. Even with tubes running through his nose; confined on wheelchair, he was still complimenting the beautiful wonders of the lurking demons.

I stare down at my lips. They had a natural red hue; I didn't need a lipgloss to make them prominent. Their tapering ends were always pointing at the either sides of my cheeks. I never felt the need much to curve them up realistically. I bring my index finger and my thumb, and pushed the corners up. God did I look constipated.

"You should smile more Noona. You look beautiful with that pretty smile of yours."

Mark's toothy grin flashed in my memory as he admired the midnight sky. I don't even know him, I only talked to him for a little moment. But the way he interacted, it was as if he knew me long enough. And he was presenting himself as an open book for me to understand. Which I think I did.

He was like a living piece of sapphire; one with eternal hope and serenity. But maybe that's just his cover, maybe he had something else hidden under those bunny beams. I suddenly felt the need to visit him; for some unknown reason, I thought I had to. Quickly slipping myself into the clothes and completing my chores, I make my way out.

I remember Mark's room no.- 404.

On the way, I feel people glancing at me. But that wasn't the issue. I couldn't just barge into his room without something to give. I bit my lip and finally decide to bring him a bottle of chocolate milkshake. Don't all kids like that?  The café wasn't far from my room. It was awfully empty, but you could not blame them, this was a vip floor. The barista was stunned by my presence and immediately stuttered out a greeting, though I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead and palms as he rubbed them. Ignoring him, I find the milkshake on the counter beside.