eventually hyunjoo was going on her daily round to check on all of the patients once again. before she opened the last door left, which was jung jaewon's door at the end of the hallway, she could feel her heart rate increase slightly.

i'm doing this every day, why am i so nervous out of sudden? she wondered and softly pushed the door open.

jaewon was sitting legs crossed on his hospital bed, staring outside at what was behind the window.

if she hadn't known, that there was nothing, but the cold hospital back yard, she would've said that he looked completly ethereal.

but this view was just downright sad.

slowly he turned his head with his everlasting tiredness, revealing jaewon smiling; one quarter creepy, one quarter adorable and half of it as if he had forgotten how to smile.

"mr. jung, is there anything i could bring you? are you feeling alright?" asked hyunjoo in a professional tone, while the young man had already lost himself in whatever was behind the glass. "when have i ever felt alright..." he mumbled quietly, but then added "i don't need anything." in an average voice.

as it was mandatory for her shift, hyunjoo checked the small box on his nightstand, whether he had taken all his pills, which he apparently had.

just when she was about to leave the room again, jaewon spoke up again, eventually even reached out for her sleeve. "could you... stay for a moment?"
despite being confused, hyunjoo was happy for every sentence that jaewon spoke, since he probably hadn't spoken in jears. "of course."

so she sat down next to him and while he watched the night sky or hospital yard or whatever, she studied his face.

"since when have you been here?" she asked, hurridly covering her mouth, because she hadn't meant to speak this out loud.

jaewon didn't reply at first and hyunjoo already started blaming herself, until he managed to press out a barely audible "seventeen".

and the nurse next to him almost gasped, since she knew he was currently 24.

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sorry, my mind is full of shit