The hospital was somewhat quiet as they entered through the main doors. A few people seemed to recognize the group, but they didn't slow down to give anyone a chance to make noise. It wasn't the place. 

They made it to Sahn-Re's room after a couple minutes of walking and an elevator ride up to the third floor. The guy seemed to have been waiting for them, because he was already sitting up in bed with a tired scowl on his face.

"How could you guys let me do that video dressed like this?" He wined, making the group chuckle as En-Ti walked over and pushed his head jokingly. 

"Glad to see that you're back. You had me worried." He said, turning Sahn-Re's scowl into a pout. 

"I want to go home." He said quietly as he dropped his gaze, only for his eyes to widen as they landed on something near the bottom of the bed. 

Teller blinked, looking down to where Sahn-Re's gaze had stopped. "Mi-Yoh?" Sahn-Re whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. 

"Tay-Yun let him borrow the stuffed dog because he was really stressed." Wan-Nu said quickly, then diverted the conversation. "You look like you're feeling better. Are they still planning to keep you overnight?" 

Pursing his lips, Sahn-Re nodded slowly, only removing his eyes from the dog when Wan-Nu questioned him. "Yes, but can I please come home? I don't like it here at all and I don't feel nearly as bad as I did. I haven't even thrown up all day." He pleaded. 

En-Ti looked at Wan-Nu, who sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I will go talk to the doctor, but if he insists you stay, then you will." He said before turning to disappear out the door. 

The awkward silence was a bit unnerving, so Teller hesitantly stepped forward and lifted the stuffed animal a little. "It's name... is Mi-Yoh?" He asked quietly. 

There was a sound behind him of someone walking, or shuffling their feet, but Teller kept his attention on Sahn-Re. The guy seemed to get depressed for a moment, but then forced a small smile and nodded. "Yes. He is very important, so keep him safe, okay?" 

Teller nodded quickly. "I will." 

"So, I saw the show!" Sahn-Re said, changing the subject. 

Teller knew he looked surprised when Sahn-Re gave a tired laugh. "I asked one of the cameramen to stream to my phone." 

"Oh?" Teller said, surprised that they could do that. 

Sahn-Re nodded. "It was really good. You did great on the piano." He said, making Teller blush a little. "Thank you." 

Wan-Nu walked in at that moment, giving Sahn-Re a scolding look. "He said that you can only go home if you take the medication you fought him over earlier." 

En-Ti cracked up at Wan-Nu's words, seemingly not surprised that Sahn-Re had refused to take his medicine. With the promise to go home earlier, however, Sahn-Re leaned over and swiped the small paper cup on the nightstand by his bed and downed it all in one gulp. The face he made afterward told Teller that it was disgusting, but he himself, had to find a medication that tasted better than drinking vinegar. 

"He'll send a nurse in soon with the discharge papers, since he figured that you'd drink the medicine right away if he let you go early." Wan-Nu said with a relieved smile. 

Sahn-Re was already getting himself out of the bed, gesturing for En-Ti to grab his clothing so that he could change out of the papery hospital gown. Teller turned around as En-Ti helped him get back into his clothing. By the time he was changed, the nurse was walking in with a couple forms on a clipboard. 

"Just get these filled out and bring them to the desk around the corner to turn them in. Then you should be good to go." She said before handing him a small bottle of liquid medication. "Be sure to take this for the next three days. Once in the morning and once at night. Follow the directions." 

Sahn-Re made a face, but En-Ti took the bottle. "I'll force it down his throat." 

The nurse's eyes widened slightly and a slight blush crept up her cheeks as she nodded, then quickly disappeared out the door. En-Ti smirked as he turned back to sit down beside Sahn-Re, watching him carefully as he filled out the paperwork. 

Teller took one of the uncomfortable plastic seats against the wall and waited, hugging Mi-Yoh, the stuffed dog, to his chest. Tay-Yun was beside him a moment later, but they both remained silent as Tay-Yun leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He seemed stressed, but Teller knew that now wasn't the time to talk about it. He also had a feeling that it had something to do with the stuffed dog. 

When Sahn-Re was ready to go, they all made their way outside after En-Ti ran the discharge forms to the person he'd been told to drop them off with. Back in the van, Teller waited for Sahn-Re and En-Ti to get comfortable in the back before climbing in after Tay-Yun to take the two most front seats, like usual. 

It's almost becoming a routine, being with them. 

Hugging Mi-Yoh to his chest, he smiled into the dog's soft fur. I like them. It was unfortunate that he had to go back to America, but he'd definitely try to enjoy himself until then. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of his phone in his back pocket. Pulling it out, he read the text message from Ike. 

Can we meet tomorrow to discuss the next show? Same payment would apply. I can come over there. 

Teller frowned at the text. He'd honestly been hoping that they would move on and stop contacting him, but that had likely just been wishful thinking. 

"They want me to do another show soon. Ike wants to come over to discuss it." He said, looking up at Wan-Nu as the guy glanced back at him for a second in the rear-view mirror. 

"I don't mind. It went fine the last time. Just make sure the show doesn't conflict with something we all have to go to." Tay-Yun said, earning a nod from Wa-Nu in agreement. 

"Okay. I'll let him know. Should I tell him to come by early evening?" Teller asked, getting a nod from Tay-Yun. 

"That should be fine." 

He sent the message, then when the phone showed that it had been read and there was no response, Teller slid the phone back into his pocket. The rest of the ride was quiet and Teller found himself being shaken awake gently when they arrived back at the house. 

Lifting his face from the stuffed dog, he blinked up at Tay-Yun, who had seemingly climbed over him to get out, then offer him a hand. "Thanks." He said sleepily as he took Tay-Yun's hand, carrying the stuffed dog against him using his other arm. 

Wan-Nu was already ahead of them and opened the door, leaving it unlocked. Teller followed him toward the kitchen when he stepped inside, letting Tay-Yun help En-Ti with Sahn-Re. The guy might have been feeling better, but he was half asleep as he was helped inside and to his room. 

He set Mi-Yoh on the counter away from any food, then got busy helping Wan-Nu make dishes for everyone. It was pretty late, but there had definitely been quite a few stomachs growling in the car, and Teller didn't doubt that Sahn-Re hadn't eaten at the hospital. Most food served at them in the U.S. was terrible. 

When they were just about finished setting up a decent buffet on the counter-top, Teller took the dog and turned to smile at Wan-Nu. "I'm going to go put him in Tay-Yun's room for now. I'll be right back." 

The look on Wan-Nu's face was hesitant, but he didn't argue and just nodded his agreement with the decision. 

Hugging the stuffed animal to his chest, Teller made his way down the hall and to Tay-Yun's room. After turning a set of lights on, he walked over to the bed and sat down with the dog in his lap. 

"You're quite good looking for such an old stuffed animal." He said, knowing that the dog had to have been around for a while, because it had that vintage look that only came with being carried around and washed frequently. 

"You probably filled up a washing machine just by yourself, if he ever put you in one and didn't just clean you by hand." He said with a smile as he patted the big stuffed animal. 

He was about to set it down and go back out for their late dinner, when he noticed that the dog actually had on a super thin collar. It's a real dog collar. They must have added it. A metal dog tag hung from a tiny ring at the front, but when he grasped it and leaned over, trying to read it, he frowned. 

It's blank? 

He turned it over, but the other side didn't have anything on it, either. As he was setting it back the way it was, a bit of light from overhead caught the tag, making letters and numbers flash on the surface. 

Oh. There is something on the tag. But why make it practically invisible? 

Turning the tag toward the light, Teller tilted his head and squinted. 

Mi-Yoh

2/7/1996

2/6/2015

The tag slipped from his fingers to silently fall back against the dog's fur. 

Tay-Yun... your friend. 

Swallowing down his shock, Teller carefully settled the stuffed animal against the pillows, then stood up on shaky legs. He had to stand there for several minutes to make sure that he didn't start crying. 

I shouldn't have brought him into the hospital... or in here. It has to be hurting him horribly to see the dog again. I should have let it in the car. 

Pressing his hands against his eyes, Teller forced himself to take several deep breaths, then sniffed a few times until he felt himself calm down. You can't do anything about it now. You brought him in here, just don't make it worse. 

Staring down at the stuffed animal, Teller hesitantly reached over and picked it back up. I don't think you should be there... but where could I put you that would be okay? 

He looked around for a few moments, then smiled when he saw the stools over by the minibar near the spiral staircase leading downstairs. That should be okay for now. Until I can take you back to the car. He thought as he walked over and set Mi-Yoh down on one of the stools. 

"You look like you need a drink." Teller whispered as he pet the dog's fuzzy head. "I think I just might tonight, too." 

With one final look at the stuffed animal, Teller sighed and turned to head back to the kitchen. He really did want to drink, though he never had and wasn't of legal age to do so, even though it was only nineteen in Korea. Sucks that I'm still eighteen. They might have let him have some of what they were drinking if he'd asked, but he didn't want to chance getting in trouble. 

Unsurprisingly, Tay-Yun drank the most. Teller kept an eye on him as everyone slowly began to disappear for the night. Sahn-Re was asleep after eating a small amount of food, so En-Ti only stayed in the living room with them long enough to eat his own meal and have one drink before disappearing back into Sahn-Re's room. 

Wan-Nu relaxed in the recliner as they watched a movie that was playing on television, but about halfway through, he, too, decided to retire for the evening. Teller remained beside Tay-Yun, not really watching the movie, but counting the number of cans that were adding up on the coffee table. 

He wasn't surprised when Tay-Yun began leaning forward and groaning, holding his head and tilting slightly, as if he were dizzy. Taking the half-drunk can from him, Teller set it down on the coffee table with the others, then carefully got Tay-Yun up off the sofa. 

They made their way to the bathroom just in time for Tay-Yun to drop to his knees beside the toilet. Teller carefully tied his semi-short hair back, then sat beside him, rubbing his back soothingly as his body forced out all of the alcohol and dinner he'd eaten. 

I'm sorry. 

He knew that he hadn't done it on purpose, bringing the dog out of the car twice, but Teller still felt horrible, even after he'd helped Tay-Yun get back up to brush his teeth and wash his mouth out, then got him tucked into bed. He tried to sleep, but after nearly an hour of tossing and turning, he was worried that he might wake up Tay-Yun, and just decided to get out of bed. 

I can go turn the TV on low, or...

His eyes traveled to the stuffed dog, then to the staircase it seemed to be staring at. With a small shrug, Teller padded across the cold floor and made his way downstairs. Instead of going to the large piano, however, he ducked inside of the sound room and shut the door. He'd never used a keyboard, but he figured that it was just like a piano in the way it was played, and he didn't want the piano to bother anyone else who needed to sleep. 

Yawning, Teller sat himself down in the chair in front of the keyboard and began pressing random buttons. When no sound was made, he frowned and looked over the machine. 

I guess I have to turn this one on? 

He pressed a few buttons on the top portion before finding the correct one. It definitely sounded different. Almost as if it was more a toy than a piano, but after playing around for an hour or so, he managed to begin playing the songs he had learned of Ello's. 

Teller wasn't sure how long he worked, but after a while his head began bobbing, his eyes drooping closed every few moments. He eventually found himself curled up in the far corner of the room with a small throw blanket he'd found folded near the soundboard, fast asleep.