her ears were ringing even though it wasnât quiet in the hospital. the bustling of nursesâ shows tapping against the cold, hard floor and wheels screeching with every turn that they madeâ it all hurt for hyejung to hear. as if she was allergic and she was unable to function unless it was just a bit quieter, but she couldnât always have what she wanted. she moves her arm to grab the milk supplied to her, but even lifting a finger hurt. it was painful. it made hyejung want to cry. suck it up. something sheâs always told herselfâ no matter how bad the situation is. she was suffocating, but it was a part of the human. to suffer, to live out and prosper. to be someone whoâs suffered so much that people recognize how difficult it is to suffer and to endure all of that pain. maybe it was just her thoughts thinking in too deep. she didnât want to suffer. no matter how much she thought that she deserved itâ she really didnât. there were people out there doing worse things. things like thisâ stabbing innocent people? for what? for being related to the monster called her father? it just didnât feel right.. but no one was going to listen to her. she knew no matter how hard she foughtâ
did it have to do with her fights, perhaps? her brother always fought for money but it was illegal for them to do so. heâs leaded for her not to do it, but everyone always needed  little bit of extra moneyâ right? a sigh slips out as she continues to drown in her thoughts, her head was still throbbing so she shouldnât even be thinking this hard. a small cough escapes and fuck it still hurt. every inhale, every exhale. what if she held it in? would she feel better?
hyejung wanted to turn her head but there was no need. she knew whoâs voice that wasâ she almost cried tears of joy. no, maybe not joy. just tears of⌠tears for being saved. not savedâ god. it was hard to explain it. she wasnât happy that she was in this position. technically she wasnât even âsaved.â she was whacked into the situation and then thrown in a hospital as if she had been run over on accident. right. again with the accident. hyejung only shrugged her shoulders at the question. she remained silent as hyesun continued to talk. sheâs blinking and winces at each word. to be someone that people are worried aboutâ it just goes to show that even people like hyejung could have those kind of people around her. those people who arenât half as bad and are willing to stick by the insensitive girl that she is. so to pay her back thereâs a small smile of gratitude exchanged between the two. wasnât much, but hyesun should have picked up the sincerity embedded along the lines of her lips. she shook her head, leaning back with her eyes closed. she wasnât hungry.
The amount of gloominess, anger, and vengefulness she felt in that moment, overwhelmed her. It was always troubling facing these types of emotions. They were all too confrontational at the time and Hye was the type to brush everything aside and suppress as much as she could. But there was no time for hiding. No time for putting up a show in front of her best friend who was unwell. What hurt her the most was that she was standing there uselessly. Unable to do anything to somehow help the other or ease her pain. It made her heart shrivel into pieces. âsheâs alive and thatâs all that matters.â Her brown eyes had their gaze locked on the younger, âit looks painful. she looks like sheâs in pain. No shit, Hye.â Â Hyesun mentally took notes, suddenly unable to speak coherently as they meet eyes. She wishes she could ease the pain. If there was a way they could share it so that she would feel less, Hyesun would do it in a heartbeat. She wishes that whoever did this to her, would get caught. Her body instantly remembers the tears she cried last night. The shock she received last night hit her again and her breathing suddenly gets shorter. Her bare lips curve up into a small smile, returning the gesture as a signal for 'youâre welcome.â there wasnât an exchange of words between the two females, just pure silence. The sight brought her to tears with the sense of sincerity instead of the sarcastic aura and smirk that followed right after. Tears build up in the corner of her eye and it doesnât take long for them to finally stream down onto her smooth skin.Â
Hyesun rarely cried. And in the moments, she ever did, it would never be right in front of someone. She was uncomfortable with the idea of someone seeing her in tears when Hyesun had an image; a ray of sunshine. But this time, the Hyejung was an exception. She always was. Ironically, the last time she cried was in front of Hyejung also. She was the first friend that she ever cried in front of and it all began with a fall out between the two due to Hyesun misunderstanding. Maybe it was from all the built up emotions sheâs been holding in for the night, and all the other things that have been worrying her. Or maybe it was the way her body ached from being unable to sleep comfortable due to the unusual sleeping conditions. She breaks the eye contact between the two, lifting her hand to wipe the tears on her face. âSorry, I think an eyelash got into my eye. They sting.â She chuckles to laugh off her embarrassment, glancing over at the sofa before taking a seat. âItâs been a while since youâve eaten.. are you sure youâre not hungry? If not, I could get you some water? oh- and are you comfortable like that? Do you want me to raise the bed a bit higher or ask for another blanket or pillow?â She wanted to help Hyejung in any way possible.Â
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