♦HIS DESPERATION♦

“Your surgery is next month, right?”

“Yep.”

“Then you’ll be out of here soon…” Jiyong smiles dryly.

“Hey,” she smiles, squeezing Jiyong’s hands tighter within her grasp.

“We agreed that we’re going to leave this hospital together.”

Jiyong smiles and drops his gaze onto the ground. “I hope that you remember that I haven’t got a donor yet, Mimi.”

She assures him, “I’m sure you will.”

Jiyong replies with nothing but a smile and looks up to the sky.

He’d never bothered about getting a donor before, but after the promise that he made with Yumi that night, he started to pray and he hopes for a donor to come soon.

Please help me get a donor soon so I can continue to live. Please, God. I don’t ever want to leave this girl beside me.

Jiyong turns his head to her when he hears a chortled breath, only to tense up immediately when he notices Yumi hunched forward, her hand gripping onto the wall and Jiyong can see the beads of sweat on her forehead

“Yumi, what’s wrong? Yumi, are you okay?” Jiyong stutters in panic, taking a hold of Yumi’s hand and notices how cold it is.

“Nurse…”

Jiyong knows he has to calm down, he knows he has to control his breathing in order to stop her heart from beating so fast because his frail body can’t handle it. But that was the last of his concern when she was clearly in pain now, the images of Jiho’s l