“ i think… it’s broken. ”
“you think?!” the man, who she found all bloodied and practically unconscious and lying on the sidewalk at around three in the morning, seeming to be left for dead, just thinks that his arm is broken? hyerin is no doctor, but she knows that his arm is most likely broken, and he has so much more worse injuries. curiousity rouses in her mind, what was the man doing there? why was he all bloody yet no one seemed to be tending to him? she wants answers to her questions, but that isn’t her focus right now. her focus is getting the man serious medical attention, and fast. she reaches for her phone and dials the emergency number as fast as her fingers can. “i’m calling for help, okay? don’t move so much, you might worsen your injuries.”