I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted my vision to the brightly lit lights. I realized that I'm not in my practice room anymore, I'm in the hospital. That means ... someone must have carried me all the way here. But who? My body rested on the thin mattress of a hospital bed with news flashing on the TV screen that might have been left switched on, the aroma of Chinese food at my right corner placed on the table at arm's length.
I turned my head and twisted my body towards my left side, surprised by the man sleeping on a wooden chair beside my bed. It was the face of Dong-Yul resting his head on his arm, sleeping in a seating position. What happened? I tap his near hand hesitantly. He slowly woke up as he lifted his head and winced his eyes. Did he bring me here? And is it Dong-Yul in fr
