𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 ⦂ l. myunggi
✱⠀𝓢𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝓘𝑺⠀?! to suk yumi, hospitals weren't spaces of healing; they were graveyards waiting for their moment, corridors stretching endlessly like veins, pulsing with the sounds of machines that hummed and beeped and wheezed in a rhythm far too familiar. for years she had worked herself numb to keep her brothe...