Dahyun's room was small but neat and organized with a small computer in the corner and a reading table near the bed.
The extra futon had been laid out carefully next to his bed with fresh sheets and a pillow.
“Your sister is sweet,” I said, seething my bag down.
“She's the best,” Dahyun said simply. “Even when she's sick she's always cheerful and is constantly thinking about others, when I told her you were coming, she had a random boost of energy too.”
“How serious is it?” I asked quietly.
Dahyun sat on his bed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “She has leukaemia and needs chemotherapy but the treatment is so expensive, we could never dream of covering the bills on our own no matter how hard we try.”
“Is that why you joined ORIONX?” I said. “For the prize money?”
He hesitated, looki
